Procrastination is the thief of time.

you will smile out.

It is lost labour to sow where there is no soil.

It's full of blood in people's eyes.

The future is like the sun,

Better late than never.

but try your best.

When you wake up,

everyone can meet the scenery they like.

If one day you no longer love me,

Happiness is a way station between too much and too little.

one cannot enter the palace of wisdom.

Many hands make quick work.

Cars have oil,

Cary has money,

Finished labours are pleasant.