If life is such a vain thing and even this love cannot save you, then burn it until your soul is scorched.
Unfounded hatred burns the eyes, covering the past and making it impossible to look directly at the sun. Can't see the way forward clearly, can't find the real existence. Mistakenly thinking that harm is the only way out, giving up on yourself when you are desperate.
The good things in the world are like fleeting clouds. On the vast land, we are all ants, provoking fate like a mayfly shaking a tree. Love hits hard, resisting step by step and retreating step by step. Only when you reach the end do you realize that the hot love that corrodes your heart and bones fills your heart.
The love that is too late to be redeemed burns crazily, leaving only ashes and lamenting that it is hard to sleep alone in this world. I sigh alone, my heart is dead, my eyes are blind, and my life is depressed.