There are so many beautiful things and feelings in the world that are amazing, admirable and applauding. Extremely beautiful appearance, profound and inexplicable connotation, or something else.
I just watched the piety in people's eyes with cold eyes. People are accustomed to taking the poppies hidden in the sunflowers to corrode the sunlight as their faith.
And those secrets that are invisible and unknown, known as secrets, never see the light of day, rising, declining, and finally being exhausted.
Gemstones made by the human eye shine as brightly as sea water in the sun;
The flowers blooming on the human body are extremely enchanting;
Scattered limbs and messy beauty...
Someone asked me, hey, are you a detective?
I just smiled, I'm just a explorer.
Turning around, I looked at the sunflowers everywhere, thinking that those who were watching indifferently had already fallen into them.
Just like peeling an onion, peel it off layer by layer, looking for the true nature.
But he didn't expect that he was already covered in bruises.
What else, I don't care, my eyes are only for exploring the real, fake, beautiful and ugly.
Because I have long been trapped in it, beyond redemption.
Look into my eyes, shush, be careful, I want to know your secret.