"Life is absolutely limited, time is absolutely unlimited."
"Don't use the limited to measure the infinite, and don't use the self to measure everything."
Only the time perceived by life has no end, just like a desolate home, where people always hesitate; no matter the heartless Christmas sadness, no matter the exciting self-feeling, if you freeze yourself in the darkness, you will be resurrected under the light, if you hide yourself in the eternal palace, you will die again among the crowd.
"I harbored resentment under the protection of the seams and patches, but you shine in the light of the palace of truth."
No one is consistent, and no forest is immune to withering.
Even if the past that has happened is beyond your reach, are you still willing to clear away the layers of fog, sacrifice your deepest self, and find your own answer in the intertwining of the past and the future? In the quagmire where you are crawling, is there someone who has buried a flame that will keep burning on a certain page in the future?
"Because I believe that the soul of yesterday's Christmas will change my karma tomorrow."
The end of truth is a white star. A rebellious child said that she wants to use her infinite life to live in everything; however, the future of the rebel prays to another future: every moment she gazes at herself, the future can be reborn. White Star said that there is no eternity or infinity in the world, but there are always people who can find a moment of solace in the eternal night.
The value of life lies in its eternity. Time may be just the experience of life itself. The limited soul and essence cannot fulfill infinite long-cherished wishes before they are exhausted. Don't use your own eyes to see the world that belongs to all, and don't sacrifice your past and future in a place of confusion.
Intention: Written for OC
