Tao is a modern poem. Sentimentality is always hurt by ruthlessness, but forgetting ruthlessness will eventually lead to sentimentality.

The vast sea of people, who can get a few times;

Long years, who can meet several world situations.

Time flies, the world of mortals remains the same, whoever goes and stays,

Sorrow and joy are always in people's hearts;

The flowers are deep and the wind is ruthless, so whoever gives up loves them.

Regret always leaves traces.

Affectionate and heartless;

Feelings are separated and heartless.

Tao is affectionate, always hurt by ruthlessness, but he forgets ruthlessness, and eventually there will be affection.

Love is easy to find someone to replace, and newcomers don't love old lovers.

Ruthless and unforgettable lovers, it is difficult for new people to replace old people.

It is easy to meet, but difficult to fall in love.

You approach, I stop;

You leave, I'll get close.

But it's hard to meet again, only back to back,

Eventually become parallel lines that no longer intersect.

A nod, a "good".

Now I only regret the ease at the beginning, but forget the situation at that time.

Love is easy to make and easy to break.

I don't know who is who, who has known each other,

In dreams and memories.

Who says who is who forever, today's regret,

But only in reality.