"I kicked over a bucket of red glass
Red as bright red blood beads
Translucent as ice in winter
when my heart boils
The blood and tears stained on the toes of shoes
I crushed my anxiety and patience
The rising sun will not appear yet
The waning moon seems to have set but still exists
The bright white light beam hurts my pupils like a sharp sword
when my heart is cold and silent
My throat is stained with broken glass."
Sisyphus and the absurd boulder.
The absurd life, the vanity experienced, stripped away the pain, and finally fell naked to the soles of his feet.
There is no way for people to reason about powerless feelings. Irrational intoxication and fascination, even if you don't want to be crazy about it.
I thought I had analyzed the seven original sins, but found that I had lived a sinful life.
Reading tip: cliche plot + random writing, feel free to criticize
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