Living is a practice of living towards death. A big dream.
In this dream, I met you; you gently picked me up from my sinking state.
When I opened my eyes many years later, I saw a vast expanse of snow in the Himalayas. [This dream has no regrets]
CP:
Takeaway boy vs. Promiscuous woman
Hiker vs Pianist
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(The story of two mournful little souls who met and became immortal because of mourning)
**Rough Chinese, highway literature. Be careful with control and emotional mysophobia.
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