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I am a speck of dust.
Ten trillion years ago,
I can't see,
Ah, at that time, there were no birds.
I can't hear you,
Ah, there was no wind at that time
But I can feel it
A little strength, bud.
2
Billions of years ago in Qian Qian.
I feel it.
The world is open.
Between the twinkling stars
There is fire and romance.
Fire is the cradle of life.
Wind is the source of wisdom.
Ah, between fire and wind
I saw the light of hope.
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Finally, there is a child named God.
He created the sun, the moon, the heaven and the earth.
There are mountains, rivers and the earth, birds, animals and fish.
And the fire burning in the sky.
The wind, he slipped past me.
I seem to hear the gibberish of life
I seem to see a free figure.
Small hearts as many as stars.
Blindness in an empty world like a long river
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Like the buds of spring.
Wait for the time to be right.
Like magma that has accumulated strength for thousands of years.
Waiting for the last strength
Like a silkworm baby who has slept all winter.
Wait for the dawn.
I feel it.
The world is waiting, a king
He is the most common of all kings.
He is the most unique of all kings.
His appearance will bear witness to existence.
His appearance will make history.
And justice, kindness, knowledge and truth.
They'll follow.
Darkness, evil, filth and pain.
They are also his partners.
Accept it, king of the world.
I don't want to praise you at the moment of king's landing.
five
The light is neither soft nor dazzling.
The wind is neither docile nor biting.
Darkness, where I sleep.
I have no attachment at all.
My mother, gentle face.
I don't care if he's the virgin.
Birds on the windowsill sing loudly.
Not a lark, I can still hear your beautiful voice.
I opened my eyes.
The world is waiting for me to review.
I'm thinking about Micro Motion.
Billions of years turned into an instant.
six
Ah, this world
I am here, as a king.
Ah, this world
I'm here, like a grain of dust.
Who am I?
1
Who am I? I looked up at the sky.
The sky is silent and far-reaching.
Who am I? I bowed my head and asked the earth.
The earth is silent, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Who am I? I am sailing in the vast sea.
The sea roared and the waves beat against the ship's side.
Who am I? I concentrate on my inner thoughts.
Just look, my endless distress and longing are hard to fill.
2
Sometimes, I think, I am a god.
When I walk, the sky is shaking.
It's so erratic when I think about it.
I fell asleep and the fields listened.
Sometimes, I think I am a giant.
The dust I picked up covered the whole world.
When I passed by, the ants panicked and the flying animals fled.
When I hold my head high, clouds fly.
Sometimes, I think I am a rich king.
All I see are my subjects.
All I heard was praise for my merits.
I hold my head high, I am arrogant.
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However, when I look back at my heart,
I found out that I was just my mother's son.
I am the brother of my brothers and sisters.
I only have a short life
I have the ability to give.
When I give, I find my abundance.
I have the ability to take away.
When I asked, I found my poverty.
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However, from time to time, I feel scared.
I am humble, hesitant, distressed and hesitant.
I wander alone at night
I always feel that something is peeping in the dark.
The stars at night sometimes confuse me.
I will get lost in the cold jungle, too.
The morning sunshine stung my eyes.
The sandstorm in the afternoon blocked my way forward.
I dare not pursue the truth, I am afraid of sincere lies.
The fire warmed my heart, but it burned my hands.
The rain wetted my face, but my clothes.
Life has enriched my world, but erased my will.
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Ah, my will! I remember I was fearless.
But now, what am I worried about?
I come from the dust thousands of years ago.
Should I be afraid to return to dust?
No, I'm not afraid of the way home.
If I were dust, I would dance with the wind.
If I return to the earth, I will nourish the trees.
If I become a breeze, I will hold up the wings of that bird.
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Just like I once had a dream about flying.
I will fly out of life, I will fly out of existence.
Ah, this is me, I am full of the joy of the earth.
I am a pain floating on earth, and I am afraid of death.
Ah, this is me, the great king of this world.
Patrol my territory and my dreams with arrogant eyes.
Ah, this is me, the humblest dust in the world.
I walked humbly and then thought about the significance of this walk.
Where am I going?
1
where am I going?
I saw an abandoned grave waving to me.
"Come on, my friend.
I am your destination, and I am your future. "
The god of destiny stands on the time axis.
Silent motto:
"death! There is only one way to die, and you will have it together.
Besides, you will no way back. "
2
Everything trembled and dared not speak.
Those birds and beasts spend their nights in the morning.
Those mountains bear the burden of shame.
Those fast-flowing rivers are eager to find the comfort of the sea.
On the way to death, it was bleak and dark.
Like fatigue and emptiness after a hangover.
Like a silent deep space, it has been silent for thousands of years.
What kind of silence is that, the silence of billions of years.
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Confused voice, firm bell.
"Fate, tell me, where will I go after I die?"
A faint noise, but very clear.
Like lightning across the sky, leaving an indelible mark.
"There will be white flowers in my grave."
"The lofty pine and cypress will continue my tenacious will."
"Even one hair of mine will give birth to life."
"You see, when I die, millions of people will die."
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where am I going?
I see behind my destiny,
I will die tenaciously
where am I going?
In the future hundreds of millions of years later,
I often mention me when I see the eternal God.