The boy's name is Su Quanshang.
Born on April 1, 1993.
No family members.
He jumped to his death on April 1, 2010.
The reason is unknown.
Above.
The wind slides across the earth, leaving behind a field of yellow beams.
The desolation steals people's hearts, and it clearly cuts down on human feelings.
The singing of rain and the rippling of water are your dreams or the forgetfulness in your heart.
The beatings day by day, the thoughts I miss moment by moment, are all just for you.
This dance is so profound that I cannot, cannot, cannot forget it.
It's worth pushing yourself into that bottomless hustle and bustle.
You and I are so intoxicated that no one wants to leave.
However, God just happens to be like this, making people unable to leave happily and causing long-lasting sorrow.
This dance is very long, enough, enough.
Let me use this life, this life's time.
Jesus, what do you know?
Look at this man, I am willing, I am willing to love him for the rest of my life, that's right.
I love him, I love him, I have said it countless times and loved it countless times.
I'm afraid to do it again.
Drunk makes people drunk, and people get drunk.
Life is like a glass of water and wine.
Some people don't taste it, and they can only enjoy it after eating it;
Some people taste it carefully and feel depressed once they take a bite.
I'm not an open-minded person,
Not even an intellectual person.
Take this glass of wine,
It doesn't matter if it falls down.
When did you and I get farther and farther away, little by little, we couldn't see each other.
I still hold the glass of wine. On the left side of the glass, there is the promise you made.
I have never forgotten a word, but you have forgotten everything, nothing.
And I,
To start over.
Walk along the scars again.
[The brain stops breathing, if, if everything ends. Erase, my false existence. Lying on the ground, the coolness of the cold floor seeping through my skin was not worth a ten thousandth of what I felt. Close your eyes and cover your ears. You don't want to see your powerless self, and you don't want to hear your miserable soul.
Is darkness the color of despair? So is white hope, or a blank future? His life is a drama, her life is a tragedy, what about me? Thinking a lot, puppet show, drama, farce, or just a prank to waste boring time for God's sake? Everyone wears beautiful black and white gorgeous costumes and performs these. Who created the strips and script on the body?
When I was a child, I said I was a ghost. Poor soul. When I was a teenager, I was said to be a puppet. I was put on a smiling mask, but I forgot to put on my heart. A poor soul who even has to 'pretend' his 'heart'.
It's been a while, and I've been too confused. I don't know what is right and what is good. The road to growth is too long, and a thick fog called "confusion" blocks my surroundings. I can't see, I don't know if the road under each step leads to the light in my heart. There are people around you who are happy and people who are sad. All the partners who once walked out hand in hand had their feet caught by something. I can feel that someone's path is broken and they are on a wild road of no return. Obviously, I feel that the light is so close. Thrown hard again and again. Once, the pain woke me up. Looking around, countless people were walking with their eyes closed, and underneath them was a large mass of dead bodies. And these 'closed eyes' are just like the people below them, expressionless, trampling on others. Where is the light? In the distance, there is no longer warm light, but a huge, white, high wall.
——Su Quanshang