Peaceful Here

The human world is like an open long scroll. Some people write into light, while others disappear into dust and smoke. The city is always smooth, the wind is always gentle, and the order is always stable, as if everything has its place. But there are always some figures walking outside the light; There are always some voices, buried beneath the noise; There is always something on your mind, hidden in your dignity. They never shouted, never asked, and were never seen. Just let your life fall gently into a corner where no one pays attention. All the unspoken things in this world, All that is ignored, delayed, and forgotten, Everything has become—a blank space in the world. Open it, Seeing the daily life that has never been written down, Understand the waves hidden in the calm.