A little nectar
Several reincarnations
Maybe on a sunny day after a rain, when the first ray of sunshine hits me through the window, I will suddenly recall a similar sunny day after the rain.
Or maybe it's a dream memory with the same smell and the same temperature
"Everyone comes into this world alone, and in the end, they only return to the black box alone. Everyone can only accompany you for one journey on this road. So life will only be lonely."
I am a lonely person
The reincarnation of loneliness is in my memory. My eyes are wide open but I dare not touch the colorful camouflaged glass. I am willful like the moss spreading on the brilliant stone steps of ancient Babylon. Ignorant growth and stubbornness.
I don't know when I got tired of crying. I love the fleeting twitch of the corner of my mouth because behind it is the courage to maintain dignity.
The sound in the wind that has been passed down for thousands of years
Bodhi has no tree
Even the bright mirror is not a platform
There was nothing
Where to stir up dust