[Zongzhuwenye] the Flower of Taoism

[Conservative estimate for the second half of the year] Leader Zai —— I hear the wind whistling in my ears The world gives me one last hug But I'm still greedy and extravagantly hoping How nice it would be if this hug was you I really want to see you again Lost by me ... The "I" that belongs to me "Don't despair, I'm taking my leave now." Please tell me withered clown flower Whose heart has it been stretched out in? —— Not necessarily mutual redemption Maybe it's interdependence What you have, what you lose, what you chase No one can understand his soul, and he cannot truly be saved by the light He is a trustworthy loner who lives in the dusk where light and darkness intertwine. It is the darkness itself that withers like a martyr before dawn. Therefore When "I" embraces me, I embrace "darkness" Once owned, once buried, once lost Cycle and eventually form a complete [destiny] Until the moment of death and life Reunion again ——What I listen to, look at in the distance, hope for, and try to depict is exactly such a story. Intention: The only one who can save yourself is yourself