It takes ten years to become a monster and a hundred years to be a tree. It is ruthless and meaningless. Without the touching emotions, we are just puppets controlled by invisible gods with invisible threads. Even after ten years of prosperity in this life, the tears that have never been shed have condensed into crystal clear and wonderful ice thorns.
Looking up at the moonlight is tranquility and silence. Everything is burning and stagnant and lonely, the birds in the sky fall in love with the fish on the sea, everything is doomed, the mermaid is just a fairy tale that beautifies everything, the truth is that the blood of the prince flows on the human body.
I wonder if this is a test given by the lonely God to human beings. A century-old tree will become a monster for thousands of years and be lonely for thousands of years.