If life is a glass of water, what is my life?
Is it as mellow as black tea or as fragrant as green tea?
Is it as strong as liquor or or as mellow as coffee?

No one seems to know the tenderness of vodka,
. Just as no one knows the melting of ice and water,
Use a cup to load and spend a lifetime researching.

Twisted is the face of the same is the years,
Loneliness erupts like flu in an instant,
Let me learn to be used to loneliness and silence.
The difference between an axis and an arc is that it surrounds and is surrounded,
. Now we are all looking for arcs on our own axes.

There are big and small surprises in life,
But it's not that different,
. Ignoring the gradual numbness to happiness,
Doubts make happiness difficult to find,
Remembering the past,
I miss simplicity,
. More nostalgic for that easy to miss the heart.

In the gloomy and rainy season
. Each tear has a relative mapping
. Contradictory ripples and sinking lemon slices in the cup
. A warmth or even a color system is the heart's desire
.All you can do is try to smile,
. What has been owned and given up is but a little ornament in the cup,
. It is the accumulation of memory in a lifetime,
. My lonely and wandering soul needs a container to hold.

A cup of water is not much, but a lifetime is not short,
I use a glass of water to face the flowers of my life with ease,
. Getting and losing I face it with a glass of water,
Desire for a lifetime is endless,
The imprints of life are not the choices I want to have.

A cup, a lifetime, life is all in the cup.
When overflowing with happiness, watch with all one's heart, when overflowing with love, take care of carefully,
When I am bitter, I learn to endure, when I am astringent, I learn to give up,
I have only one cup of water, full of the tenderness of my eyes,
. I only have the size of a glass of water, waiting for my gentle filling.

If life is a glass of water,
Time is a straw that keeps your life from withering,
Even if life is a glass of ice,
In any case, it will not be higher than the relentless heat of life,
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Staying at the bottom of the cup is only a deep-seated pain, or the joy of smiling.
They say it's memory...
I spend my life filling up a glass of water,
I'll spend another glass of water telling the story of my life,
. It is the feeling that remains unchanged between flowering and withering,
What we forget is time.