I once thought I had missed it, so I missed it.
When I was young and frivolous, I never doubted the ancient saying about the grass at the end of the world.
After I mature, I no longer have the stubbornness and persistence of my youth, but have a more worldly cowardice.
I can't find the ripples that once stirred my heart, so I often sigh slowly in the lonely aftertaste of iced coffee:
That person is the poison of my life. This is my world.
The land is full of thorns and traps,
When you laugh, you don't know why you laugh; when you cry, you don't know why you cry.
Sometimes I feel so happy about life, but more often than not, I wish I had never been there.
Thinking about the whirling world, with no place to fall; seeing all kinds of red and purple, turning into gray after a moment's notice.