Like a sudden burst of light in the silent mist.
Or is it the darkness that suddenly appears in the cycle of happiness.
Like a wet snake climbing endlessly until it destroys the only remaining body.
Is time moving forward or backward?
It's like sitting in an empty train, looking at the passing tree shadows outside the window, feeling empty and bored, whether the train is moving forward rapidly, or the surrounding scenery is retreating unconsciously.
The emptiness that cannot be grasped is emptiness and chasing the wind.