The past is vaguely like a dream, brought to mind by the wind and rain.
Now I wake up from the dream, but there is nothing, I am still an empty heart.
Whether it is day or night, the world has two different faces, existing for two different people.
People are so forgetful. The same person actually changed two appearances in a short period of time. Later he thought that it was probably because of his forgetfulness that he could live in pain.
The moon is so beautiful that I can’t bear to sleep.
Many people live just to bring about their own destruction or the destruction of others.
They would rather smile on their faces and cry in their hearts at the same time, but are not willing to see their loved ones shed a single tear at this time.
Night comes, but it does not bring darkness.
I don’t know why you have to blame yourself for the past! The past should be buried deeply. We should only look at the present and think about the future.
Fireworks do bring a lot of joy, and like a rainbow, they embellish the lives of the older generation.
Those who were puppets in the past are now making others puppets again.
People lay down, took off the masks they had worn during the day, and settled the day's ledger.
Sacrifice, who does such sacrifice bring happiness?
This seems to be another world. Everything in this world is completely different from my environment. I might be envious of it all. But I know I can't do it myself. So after reading these books, I feel like a beggar standing outside the garden wall of a wealthy family and hearing the laughter inside, or walking past the door of a restaurant and smelling the aroma of meat and rice, and I don’t know how uncomfortable I feel!
It is not easy to start something, and it also requires a lot of courage.