Not long ago, I looked at God this way. He still has my heart. Laugh? He makes me laugh. In the mirror, my eyes didn't twinkle.
Laugh, he's laughing.
My mother gave me a human body, and I learned to think, which is based on the deep thinking of everything. The more I think about him, the more I laugh and the farther away from God.
However, everything goes on.
Sigh? This will make me stay.
But nothing will stay for me.
Just as no amount of stones thrown into the water can stop it from calming down.
Time has changed and it no longer exists.
Memories
What about after the memories? Memories again
There will be no memory
I'm holding a rock, too. Small stone, ordinary and ugly.
But this is a stone. It has never been a beautiful jade.
I envy it, it is immortal.
I envy him more, because I can be content with the ordinary.
A flash of light flashed across the night sky.
When I was a child, I danced for sandcastles.
Now, I sigh for the tall buildings.
Should I grow up?
Is there something you shouldn't understand?
Old guitar, empty wine glasses and wallet
Open the curtains tomorrow morning, and it will be the same day.
However, I can laugh, God wants me to laugh, and I need to laugh.
A glass of hard liquor waved to the sunset, which was beautiful.
I must love life because it won't love me.
In fact, everything is so beautiful that it has never changed.
In fact, no one is bad to me, but I am too careful.
When the first yellow leaf is painted in summer, the wind is swaying gently.
Life caresses my heart in the same inexplicable way as palm prints.