The greatness of time lies in that it always proves itself right.
I often think that ugly women make beautiful women. I often think that fools lead to wisdom. I often think that cowards set off heroes. I often think that everyone has become a Buddha.
Every moment in history, there are countless historical exhibitions and unlimited time extension. We were born lonely, so countless history and infinite time were broken into pieces. The flow of mutual burial, praying in loneliness, looking at the broken place, or hoping to meet again in a dream. Memory, so it is a cage. Impression is the sky outside the cage.
Between the ugly and weak and the perfect God, it is the eternal path for believers.
This shore will never be complete, otherwise the other shore will collapse.
The last exercise was walking along the cliff/I heard my soul in my dream/Like a flying fly/Buzzing in the window/Singing while dancing/Looking back in the trembling sun/Who said I wasn't dead? Before birth, the sun/has risen and fallen countless times/a long time has been swallowed up by the long nothingness/it came back in the name of my birthday/in the afternoon, if the sun is silent/can you hear/where did it go? In front of the light, or at the extreme of thinking/being ignored in time/life and death are together.
The vocabulary of the world, but what will be rejected by a strong beam? Only "weakness". Weakness is the only belief of a lover. Weak is not weak. Weakness is usually disguised as strength, swearing in front of the stage and sweating behind the scenes. Weakness is the attitude that believers admire God's grace and obey God's orders. Weakness is the recognition of love, just as giving up is the antidote to noise.