Give ourselves back to the world.
Return the truth of loneliness to the world.
Perhaps, people should not expect life. You should only watch, enjoy or drink silently alone.
Magnificent sunrise, brilliant sunset, shed the lead in the world, savor this deep and long tenderness.
My heart is an empty house, slowly entering all my tiny happiness. When the sky is overcast, it shines with colorful light and crosses the gray sky.
Shake off the dusty road and find a quiet place to put yourself, this soul and this body.
Heaven and earth grow old here, time is broken here, there is no sadness, only silent reincarnation, gorgeous as a dream, until flowers bloom and fall.
One should not expect life. You should be grateful for what you have.
Because in this world, no one must be good to your obligations, and there is nothing to gain. We can easily accept it and feel at ease.
Nothing, not a gift, nothing, not an accident.
Therefore, sadness is an obnoxious and melodramatic face. Since you choose to live, you have to bear some responsibilities.
How can those meaningless emotions qualify to participate in the carnival of life?
Sometimes I want to send a letter, and the recipient is myself twenty years later.