Listening to Jiangshan's music tonight, I couldn't help but burst into tears and wrote an article. Bojun smiled.
I just want to try my best to write about a certain feeling of powerlessness, the powerlessness when you have nothing, the powerlessness when you have the world, the powerlessness of being unable to resist fate as a human being.
Demanding a trace of stability in the chaotic world, hiding a sincerity in the false feelings.
The world is impermanent and all living beings suffer.
She floats like catkins and is as sharp as a knife. The handle of the knife is always in her hand. Only the wind can decide where the catkins will fly.
"If I promise to never forget you, will you believe me?"
"It turns out that you don't have a heart either. I misjudged you."
"In a few years, I will come find you."
In her last days, she recalled these words and found that every one of them was half true and half false. She vaguely remembered that many years ago, two bright river lanterns drifted along the stream, but finally sank before they merged into the river.
What exactly he was writing about and what his wishes were, she never asked.