你说来着昏黄的人世走一遭,谁都不是归客,我们都是旅客。在各自交互前行的道路中,我们总能见到属于自己之外的温暖故事,有尽是沦陷的生活,有提着城市的疲惫,有念不完的折返往复,更有诉不尽头的种种回忆,正是这个世界的种种错过,让我们每个人都有着在自己有感和无感的故事。回头静心审视,发觉有感不一定就能换来正果,无感也不见得是坏事一件。只是徒留荏苒残忍,索性不能挽留就假意成全,成全时间却着实委屈了自己,疼痛了自己,隐忍了自己,麻痹了自己,也成长了自己,最后才会发现自己—— No one is a guest, you’re a traveler. In their respective paths of interaction, we can always see the warm stories belonging to ourselves. There is a life that falls into complete destruction. There are also the exhaustion of the city, the endless journey back and forth, and the endless litigation All kinds of memories, it is all kinds of mistakes in this world, so that each of us have a story in their own feelings and feelings. Looking back meditation, I found that feeling may not be able to get positive fruit, no sense is not necessarily a bad thing. Just stay lynx cruel, simply can not retain on the pretense, the full time but actually grievances, pain himself, forbear himself, paralyzed himself, but also to grow up, and finally find themselves -