I don't want those real emotions to be silently absorbed and metabolized by time, leaving nothing in the end. So I want to tell you severely, all of you! I think those dreams that are alive in my mind can be made into real specimens and given to you. Just like I give you my words and thoughts. So your dream also turns into a pupa, and I know it will definitely transform and ignite the entire sea of flowers in our dreams.
When I grow up, my heart has been glued by tears several times before I realize the beauty of God's gift. I live in a shaky attic called uncertainty. Now I am no longer afraid of the dark night, nor am I afraid that the strong wind at night will bring the footprints of lonely souls. I am not afraid that you don't understand me. I let my thoughts go, forgetfulness, indifference and unrestrainedness. But I will still feel pain occasionally, because you suddenly felt sorry for me, and fell into the dust in the blink of an eye. I am still wearing a worldly skin. It's just that it's so busy outside, and I want to take a nap and be quiet in the hot spot of the sun. Pain is guiltless and will not be numbed by the unchanging beauty.
Get close to the heart of life, listen to her slow beating, be moderately free, and love every living creature around you that you can love. To discover the loveliness of life and to love food. People will be free because of love, but what about my freedom? I am free, but that freedom is naked.