Sing and Dance

Sing and dance Everyone has the value of survival. My mother told me that everyone has it. However, I have never found it. I remembered my mother's loving but cold lips when I asked her about it earlier. Now that I think about it, maybe she doesn't know either. Perhaps, no one on this high platform knows this. We are all blind animals, with our eye-catching eyes open and sharp claws, alert to everything around us, but we don't know why we live like this... If you hold on tightly to the supreme power in your hands, but don't realize the slightest pleasure it brings, then what are you going to do? I kept questioning myself, but I didn't slow down the sharp point in my hand, and it was killing. People in Quetai never know how to let go of themselves. Mom, maybe you are right, we don't need to understand, we just need to live until we die... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He has his family, country, and world, and she has her personal grudges and obsessions. They are incompatible with each other. How can they meet? There is no possible story. Why insist on the ending? Time has changed, but she is still her. No matter how gentle she looks, she is still deeply proud. She was never stubborn, just proud. She was not angry with anyone, nor could she let go. She never had trouble with herself. If she didn't want it, she wouldn't want it. If she threw it, she would throw it away. She had already given herself a good new start. There was no need to force herself to look back. No one wanted her to be like a little wife and wait stupidly. Her free and easy attitude was beyond the reach of even men. Don't forget, who is she? She is the master of Quetai. She lives in the Nine Heavens. If she doesn't want it, no one can do anything about it. . . .