The wind carries sorrow and joy and the yesterday that is gone and never comes back,
Traveling mightily through our thin youth:
Black, sad, endless.
In reincarnation, searching hard, is it commemoration or recollection?
The dead knock on the door of heaven and watch the drama of the world with a smile;
The living people knock on the door of hell and watch the drama of the world with a smile.
On the way out, I fell in love with the person I couldn't let go of and couldn't keep.
On the way to say goodbye, I felt sorry for the people who loved me and left.
The rose has drained its blood, so it is white,
The lingering chains cannot hold back the rush to leave. Look through the truth of memory and look back at the forgotten passages.
God cries, God hurts.
Reader comments
Very good article. Come on. "To this day, I still think that life in Nanjing is a failure. I obviously have enough time to do what I want to do, but I have been pursuing the so-called meaning of life."
I have pretty much the same idea, haha. I often think about it, and I always look like I'm thinking, which pleases the teacher.
But my heart is lonely and empty, who knows?
I hope you get better soon
Very good article. Come on. "To this day, I still think that life in Nanjing is a failure. I obviously have enough time to do what I want to do, but I have been pursuing the so-called meaning of life." I have pretty much the same idea, haha. I often think about it, and I always look like I'm thinking, which pleases the teacher. But my heart is lonely and empty, who knows? I hope you get better soon