All the past is like a passing cloud, what will be left after the polishing of time?
I once thought that if I could do it all over again, would the ending be different? But there are never ifs in this world. All assumptions are just self-deception and no regrets. Those things that have long since passed still make me heartbroken. No matter how much I say or repent, it seems too hypocritical. I just understand that the courage I can use to fight together has long since disappeared, and the free and easy soul dissipated into the world.
Everything in reality is just a joke in a shadow puppet show. Those who seem to be free are imprisoned everywhere, not even themselves. On such a winter day, the morning sun is so bright, but it cannot shine into my heart. The most important beam of sunshine has dyed the sadness of the night. In the shadow play, I seem to be imprisoned, but it is not a kind of relief.
Only in this way can the inner depletion be well hidden. Only in this way can we live in despair.
But. Lu Shangli.
I really want to meet you in my dream.