Half-life absurdity and half-life epilepsy, half a casual book and half a cigarette. The world is not pure land, and each has its own sufferings. How to reply?

Half-life absurdity and half-life epilepsy, half a casual book and half a cigarette. There is no pure land in the world, and each has its own bitterness. Answer: They are all yellow people, so why bother themselves every day. Surrender to life during the day and to the soul at night is a reality and a truth.

This is a poem by an unknown poet. The whole poem is as follows:

Half-life absurdity and half-life epilepsy, half a casual book and half a cigarette.

In the shadow of the blue light, it does not turn yellow, but it is said to have been told by the world.

Half-life loneliness is half-life, half-gathering and half-suffering.

They are all guests of the yellow race, meeting and leaving for doomed love.

Half a life of wind and rain and half a life of cold, a glass of turbid wine respects the fleeting time.

Looking back on the first half of my life, seven points are sour and three points are sweet.

The sunrise in the east reminds people, but I don't know that the heart is not as good as the sunset.

Farewell will never be seen again, and we will always spend the Spring and Autumn alone.