When the brilliant white light fell, everything fell into silence and tranquility. Only for a moment did I believe that the world could belong to me alone.
Tears fell, half warm, half cold
A quiet place on the left suddenly twitched tightly for a while, and the gathered folds glowed with delicate gentleness for a long time.
Touching is also half warm and half cold
Everyone will have their own suffering, just like the destiny destined for salvation
So is the end of suffering waiting in that morning with the warm sunshine and warm breeze?
Standing on tiptoes, there is still rich blackness in front of us, gradually swallowing up our shadows.
Little by little light stretches quietly in the dark silence
subtle trivial little uncertain
But can we call it hope?
Because we are still standing here. If we insist on not falling, should this light be a reward?
Yes, just believe it, just believe it
Walking on tiptoes, slowly, slowly, smile.
Life always offers all kinds of surprises. Light is a quiet story.