Sadness is a kind of self-absorption, making people tipsy and intoxicating, and I have to struggle to wake up.
At that time we seemed to know a little bit about everything, but we were still ignorant, and our ignorance was terrifying.
When I was in adolescence, it seemed like poisonous green vines sprouted from the bottom of my heart. The tiny vines wrapped around my heart, making it difficult for me to tell whether they were blood vessels or branches. It grew fiercely, piercing my chest, wrapping around my young body, and pricking my skin. Blood flowed out along the new branches, while the poison rushed through my blood vessels and seeped into my bones. Perhaps due to poisoning, my bones may have turned black.