It will change, and the beating of the heart will become extremely difficult and uneasy. I looked blankly out of the window with my eyes open, letting sleepiness and fatigue hit all my nerves over and over again. Tears kept sliding across my face, with a slight sting.
How much compassion there is for the family that can be adhered to in this world.
The story of the farmer and the snake was repeated over and over again. Tears will eventually run out of that drop, just like Guanyin finally died.
The night is as cold as ice and as black as ink. There is always a space in the corner of the human heart that cannot be filled. Can you try to forgive those feelings that are not accepted and blessed?
Growth costs, paranoia hurts. Those thoughts that are randomly arranged are torn and ground by who.
What is lost will eventually be lost, and how can it be recovered? My hands can no longer hold the only sincerity left. It doesn't hurt if the heart doesn't move. Why is there the illusion of suffocation recurring?
The whole world is uneasy, only my stubbornness and silence.