I Love You Hidden in the Spring Breeze

As I walked on the road, the surrounding shops were closed. Apart from the lights of the self-service vending machines, only the light of the street lamps shone on the stone slabs. "Very good." I blew out the smoke and watched the smoke rise into the air with the heat. I don't know why the corners of my eyes were a little red. Perhaps our life is like this, constantly walking out of the fog and entering the fog again, just living this short life in and out of the fog. I am like this, and so are you; but the difference is that you will finally walk out of the fog and find the pure land in your heart, while I walked out of the city built on the pure land...