Live (a poem)

Lonely starlight awakens the night.

A game in which dreams are like life.

There are no rules, only unpredictable results.

Living on the edge of reality and dreams

Pots and pans list the initial gestures of life.

It seems that everything is ruthlessly pressed under the wheel by time.

Longing for freedom but being bound by life

Spend a minute in torture

The passion of life is covered with winter snow.

Break free from all the ropes that bind you.

Keep silent for a long time

Like an old pine cone

In the plain and surprising streamer

Still alive

All the sadness and pain

Can only suffer in the corner of my eye.

Patience and temperance are laws given by time.

Happiness and happiness are the interpretations given by life.

Be born in time, die in time

The line segment connecting the endpoints of life and death is life.

Ignorance, awakening, understanding, aging and death in life.

I finally understand the life geometry diagram composed of points, lines and surfaces in my life.

Walk through a section of scenery

Get to know the world, yourself and life gradually.

Grass is in autumn, and years are in a hurry.

Life is a painful practice.

Living is to let everyone really know the process of going through pain.

Winter is not a cruel massacre.

It is dormant and carries many hopes.

Living will experience everything.

Everyone has been described by life.

Destined to travel painfully on the runway of time