I always thought death was the sudden disappearance of waves, the fall of a flower, a moment. Later I understood that the process of devouring consciousness and wearing away the spirit is like Ling Chi, which is death. Compromise does not necessarily mean silence, and non-silence does not necessarily mean compromise, but everything is returning to silence. A person traveling alone is a lone army, and everyone traveling together is a wave. If you can understand the insignificance and ruthlessness of human beings, then who can not forget the unforgettable love of the soul that spares no effort.
"We rarely talk about love directly. We always look at each other's backs to reunite and separate. But I know that when your eyes look at me. Am I right?"
"As the Zam River flows north day and night, do you know how much I want to be a part of that river and leave Heli to see my lover. Sometimes I feel that my soul is twisted in the thick fog that rises in the morning, as if I will leave soon. Why do I still feel like I am going to a more desolate dreamland again?"
Someone is hiding, someone is sleeping deeply
Purpose: Try to survive