The moment we passed by has become yesterday...
How many light-years away, how much time have been missed, the vague reasons for resentment have suddenly deepened into deep-seated hatred.
After the wind and snow, who still stands silently, trudging through thousands of years of misunderstanding and torture...
Under the pure white clouds, the darkness of the end of the century quietly surges
The haze after the baptism seeped into the blue sky, dipping into a thin touch of depth
At that time, the remaining memories of the previous life oppressed the beating nerves.
With just a little effort, large swaths of sadness emerge, a metaphor for the endless future.
How many light years ago, who's tears before reincarnation gathered into such a clear lake?
Even in the dry season, it reflects the light of longing and refracts it into the direction of sudden changes in life.
You gently hold a handful of desolation, and then let go, and a lot of silent sadness will appear.
Stationed in the hearts of so many people...