Red, White, Gray, Cold and Before

Desolate fog It's hard to see clearly The tricks and variables of fate The air is filled with microorganisms I am who I am Me too The journey is long and painstaking willing to pay for it Just know The end is the beginning of all suffering rather than the end I start from the time and space Going through attachment to letting go Have you ever seen it? The grievances carry ugly scars that are covered up Will be amplified when silent It may collapse at any time There is someone talking to me from the bottom of my ancient heart forget fear Forget the struggle Forget about outbursts Then all of a sudden Humble thoughts are condescending ——okey Xiaobai