"Releasing the caged bird into the sky is not love for it, it is a cruel sin." These were the words that appeared most often in his mind in his later years.
The first half of his life was spent in a pool of blood, and the second half of his life was spent in unwillingness.
He tried to catch those false bubbles countless times, but in vain.
He almost crawled to the tombstone.
His name is engraved on the tombstone. This tombstone commemorates one's past, future and soul.
Occasionally, I would pay homage to myself and blow down a few flowers that had already faded in front of my grave.
"You are already very good. I don't blame you." He raised his hand and wiped the name on the tombstone.
Intention: The pace of history is always moving forward.
