Old Diary

Cover your eyes and listen carefully... What did you "hear"? The turbid yellow sky is His warm bosom The crashing waves are His endless thoughts The wandering souls are His unreturned heirs The strange truth is His hazy face Ignorant child... Open your eyes He reaches out to us, redeems us, and melts into His surging bosom. It will be the warmest and most comfortable ocean, and we are the water droplets in it. Let us abandon the troubles of the world and join His embrace. We are worms whose sins are forgiven. On His breast, the gods embrace you and I sleep peacefully. This world is absurd, but if you want to survive, you must be even more absurd than it is The fog gradually rises, sleepy eyes, and ignorant children welcome the dawn