Problem description:
Right and wrong are hard to solve. Suddenly!
Analysis:
Wandering on the edge of reality and dreams, a wisp of breeze is a ghost, inhabiting the world, and the clouds are rolling and comfortable, leaving fate behind, ignoring the ebb and flow. However, I always long to live as gorgeous as summer flowers and die as beautiful as autumn leaves.
However, right and wrong are hard to solve, and suddenly everything is empty.
As mark strand wrote in his poem, "The wind blows slowly from opposite poles ..."
A person wandering in a foreign land, all the way through the wind and rain, the dense eyes have blurred the line of sight, and the crystal strings have dripped wet the kite that has not yet been released. And I, a reckless passer-by, am often forgotten by every city that has drifted. Every step will crush some pain about time and dust overflowing, and my slightly wet eyelids often appear hasty and indifferent in front of reality.