True joy is always faint, like air, colorless, tasteless, soundless, and will suffocate as soon as it disappears. The real pain is always faint, just like a stubborn disease brought from the mother's womb. It can't kill you, but it is difficult to cure. Just like, there is always a person in this world, he (she) is both your air and your stubborn illness...
Concept: Real joy is always faint, just like air, colorless, tasteless, soundless, and will suffocate once it disappears. The real pain is always faint, just like a stubborn disease brought from the mother's womb. It can't kill you, but it is difficult to cure. Just like, there is always a person in this world, he (she) is both your air and your stubborn illness...