Because I am unable to write a long novel, this is a collection of short films
Life, death.
Meeting, destined.
Telling the world is lingering.
The world of mortals is so miserable.
If you don't have sympathy for me, how can I be lonely?
Half of the glass is still awake, and the face is clear tonight.
The parallel pedicles turn into connected branches, how can this body linger around?
It is destined by fate, and it must be due to heaven.