Everyone sighs: "Life is full of different things".
No matter how extravagantly other people describe it,
The profound meaning is still something you have to see for yourself.
"Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hate parting."
There will always be one or two experiences in life.
When good things come, you will naturally accept them with joy.
But when disaster strikes,
How should we deal with it?
Is life painful? Old age is painful? Is illness painful? Or is death more painful?
Sometimes, I really can't explain
After all, it is physical pain and suffering,
Or is it the hurt hidden in your heart that hurts more?
Intention: