Cherish the ripples of every moment of life, don't ask for waves, and don't want to die in silence. In the endless flow of time, meditation, wandering between being criticized by the public and being abandoned, is like the only pillar, supporting this rigid body that is slumped on the bamboo mat in a collapse way unique to modern people. He wanted to die but had no courage, knowing that there was no way out he would rather stand still. He only prayed to live, but he wished that blood would be spilled on the spot. I can't tell right from wrong, so I often think about one or two, starting from the three views that are less embarrassing to myself, so as to comfort myself.
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