The breeze blows and everything wakes up. I look at the vast metropolis from the window sill. I don't want to meditate or be in a daze. An empty mind is omnipotent anytime and anywhere. Brush away the harsh and harsh rules of the world, and I am waiting for Godot inside.
The world will show you what a clean soul is.
What? Soul, can I face it now?
The filthy air, the anxious mood, my background cannot tolerate the backs of others, and I cannot face my soul.
You can't face it because you don't have enough wisdom. The dawn you are waiting for will not come, never.
What is eternity? We have nothing eternal, eternity does not exist, our existence is not bound by any rules, who do you think you are, and why can you be so high up!
Not bad, the direction of the plot is