I have a senior who died.
On Qingming Festival, I visited his grave and asked him, if God is just and fair, then why do good people not pay with their lives and cause harm for thousands of years?
He didn't answer me, I knew he would never be able to answer the question
Tell me, why the beautiful things in this world are always illusory and fragile, while the ugly things can always exist for a long time.
"Entropy is chaos, destruction, and disorder..."
Intention: I want to find a way through flowers, go straight into the depths of white clouds, and display my majestic rainbow.