It is beautiful, but it suppresses the beauty it should have. Giving birth to abnormal love, it is ultimately a victim of the times. Just like
——Three-inch golden lotus
Our sky is tolerant to death. We must not only tolerate others, but also tolerate ourselves, our own experiences, and all the sunshine and wind and rain in life. Thousands of times, birth, old age, illness and death, it seems to be a natural thing. After dying once, I hope to be able to lively plunge into the outside world again and feel and listen to the wonderful hustle and bustle of human fireworks.
——Shui Xi'er
If the world betrays you, I will betray the whole world for you
——Huang Qingyu