Life Is as Painful as Waking up from a Dream

Regarding life, young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, so let's talk about sorrow in order to compose new words. How much of life is destiny, how much of it is destiny, how much of it is dream, and how much of it is reality held in hand? Life is short, and cultivating immortality and becoming a god is a bit illusory. Is it a kind of liberation to become a strong man and look down on all living beings, or is it a deep emptiness? The road is ruthless. Can the calm rocks have a meaning? What kind of meaning does a lonely existence have? Try asking yourself the above questions in an indulgent imagination. Life is dull, and I like to experience the splendor of beauty in dreams and fantasies.