Words sometimes seem pale, so I choose to embrace silence, letting my thoughts fly freely in silence, looking for the long-lost tranquility and self. The two silent people, seemingly insignificant people, cross the distance to find their true selves. The fate I want is not just by chance, but by chance. When a person is silent, the world is silent. It turns out that I have never been here. Sometimes you don't need to speak, just be silent and you will understand. Sometimes, despite deliberate embellishments, it is difficult to hide the loneliness and sadness buried deep in the eyes. All life seems to have been silenced, accepting the baptism of God devoutly. I don't want to hold an umbrella anymore, and let the wind carry the snowflakes on my face and at the corners of my mouth. I seem to be floating up, rising slowly. I really want to fly to where the snow comes from. Look at how a familiar stranger randomly scattered such beautiful flowers in the world. And between you and me, we are originally from the back mountain, and occasionally we are guests in the front hall, dancing drunkenly on half a volume of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, sitting in a well and talking about how vast the sky is. Sometimes a person quietly watches the night sky and can find the sea of stars belonging to two people in the silent truth.
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