We do not always win over time
Like rush like flowing water flow, spring and summer autumn and winter. Tells.
I think this is the world's most pernicious is the time.
People may change, because after a time. With time, in this world nothing is not changed. A love, a friendship, one thing, a wound, a mood, a character, a person.
A person from birth to death, because of time, even if the fate of the greatest also eventually win than not, it can not let time do not stop to geostationary before.
Happiness sometimes feel happy that I will feel warm cycle, time and again would like to, if time can be determined how well the grid.
Why do some people always remember the past regret want to go back to the past the past, knows very well can not and can not, also sees such thinking, superfluous think. Even if, even if you can return to the past that you are no longer the new story will happen, life would continue, along will help them make life a certain track. Fate, he was always forcing you to move along its path.
I would like to, if not let time frames, static no longer forward, if we can, as in the interception of a computer screen as a moment of interception of the mood and then preserved, can never, at any time go back and repeat,again and again, immersed them. Alternatively, the same as the photograph was shot down and then plastic could then use in their hands over and over again and over again, appreciation, understanding the feelings of the moment, how good. If we can only be used to assumptions.
The people in my life, the hurry, and the rush to.
Doomed from the start, from the beginning to encounter it is doomed to lose the final, my fate.
A section of the doomed this little episode, we allow them to come to, it will also allow them to leave.
Let me laugh, then cry.
If not reunite, perhaps mood never heavy.
Like a fool I am forced to cry as forced smile, my intention has been operating a doomed outcome destiny had not know what went wrong on the next second what would happen.
Life, let me let me unexpected loss.
People may change, because after a time.
I know that I did not win fate than the arrangements.
I always said to myself, if I know that the final outcome will be parting, I would prefer not, not met.
I feel sad, I feel sad.
I rise, looked at me unable to change unpredictable of all this, I know that life does not end, will always continue, will forever remain a. I will be quietly, silently, waiting for him to my life, to bring another individual and then provide them picked up.
Perhaps, perhaps tailoring the beginning and end, if the process could be changed to allow the splendid immense, and it perhaps will be a stunning colors.
Time, which dominate everything can change all watered down everything. It will be a cracking layers of stripping our wounds, but we will also hint soothe the wound, it will take the initiative for our wounds, the same whether you willing to.
It will all be watered down, everything will be submerged cover all going to overturn all.
But it never stops for a second There has never reincarnation.
You will gradually forget the fractured lives of those sad people you happy then in the new time and met new people and then repeat your emotions reincarnation your doomed fate.
This is a sad, it is also a kind of helplessness.
Alternatively, this is also a lucky it.
This world has too much will disappear beautiful.
(中文)
我们始终敌不过时间
像流水一样匆匆流过,春夏秋冬. 悲欢离合.
我想这世界上最恶毒的就是时间了.
人也许会变,因为经过了时间.有了时间,世上没有任何东西是不可以改变的.一份爱,一份友情,一件事,一个伤口,一种心情,一种性格,一个人.
一个人由生到死,都是因为时间,即使宿命最伟大也终究敌不过时间,它也无法让时间停下来静止不前.
有时候觉得开心觉得幸福觉得温馨我就会 周而复始,一次又一次的想,如果时间能够定格该有多好.
为什么总是有人后悔过去怀念过去想回到过去,明明知道不可以也不可能,还偏要这么去想,多此一举的想.即使,即使真的能回到过去了那个你也不再是你,新的故事还会发生,生活还会继续,还会沿着生命的某个轨道继续前行.宿命,他总是逼迫你不得不走下去,沿着它的轨迹.
我想,即使不能让时间定格,静止不再前行,如果可以,可以象在电脑上截取某一画面一样截取某一刻的心情然后保存下来,可以永远,随时回去重复,一遍一遍,沉浸其中.或者,象照片一样被拍了下来然后塑封然后可以拿在手里翻来覆去一遍又一遍地看,欣赏,体会,那一刻的心情,该有多好.可我们只能用如果去假设.
我生命中的人,匆匆的来,又匆匆的去.
从一开始就注定,从开始相遇就注定最后要失去,我的宿命.
注定这一段段的小插曲,必定让他们来,又必定让他们离开.
让我笑,然后哭.
如果不曾相逢,也许心绪永远不会沉重.
我象一个傻子一样用力地哭用力地笑,用心的经营着我早已注定结局的宿命,却不曾知道上一秒做错了什么下一秒会发生什么事.
生活,让我始料不及让我手足无措.
人也许会变,因为经过了时间.
我知道我敌不过宿命的安排.
我总是在对自己说,如果我知道最后会是别离的结局,我会宁愿不会有开始,不会遇见.
我觉得伤感,我觉得难过.
我抬头,望着我无力改变无法预测的这一切,我知道生活没有结局,永远在继续,会永远一直继续着.我会静静地,默默地,等待着他往我的生命里送来一个又一个人然后再把他们接走.
也许,也许剪裁下开始和结尾,如果可以努力让过程变的绚烂无比,这也许也会是一种绝美的颜色.
时间,它主宰一切改变一切也可以冲淡一切.它会一层层剥裂我们的伤口,却也会淡淡抚慰我们的伤口,它会主动替我们疗伤,同样不管你愿不愿意.
它会冲淡一切会淹没一切会掩盖一切会倾覆所有.
它永不停息却永不会有轮回.
你会渐渐忘记生命中那些曾让你开心难过的人然后在新的时间里又遇见新的人然后重复着你的喜怒哀乐轮回你注定的宿命.
这是一种悲哀,却也是一种无奈.
或者,这还叫一种幸运吧.
这世界有太多太多会消失的美丽.
(如果还有别人能写得更好
我劝你还是不要选我的答案)