Who thought that the encounter with someone else would not be magnificent, only the stubbornness of raising one's eyes;
Who thinks that someone is flying across the sky, all living beings are just for your smile;
Who thought that someone's life was passing through someone's fingertips, and thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye...
Buddha said: Face it with a smile and don't complain. Leisurely, casual, casual, casual. What is destined to change your life is only when that flower blooms a hundred years later.
Happiness is the time when a flower blooms. When I wake up, it has been a hundred years since my life.
Begin to accept all the impermanence and regrets of life.
Understand the willingness to lose and forget everything.
When a flower blooms, what flower blooms in an instant and lasts forever? ... I attach all my beliefs to this flower, eternity, I long for and fear, afraid of what the endless fleeting time will take away; is it possible that with this moment, I can pass through the time of a flower blooming, reach out and touch the thing called "happiness"... I think so...
....... The epiphyllum fades away, and a thought lasts for a thousand years. I raise a smile that will never fade and captivate the nation. The bluebird has spread its holy wings, and its cry resounds across the sky. At the end of time, it will forever compose this, a fairy tale that will never fade...
Note: There will be no Death characters in the first six chapters of this article, they are original works. If you don't like it, read it.