There is only a thin interface between life and death, gain and loss.
I am paranoid because I am serious.
100 million people are not as good as you.
Thousands of miles apart, the years are long.
Time has been ground to water for girls from north and south.
You are the wind and sand on the last road I went to, which made me think that the smoke-filled hell is heaven.
Depressed emotions often can't find an outlet to vent, but let them writhe in the body and scream at night.
Love and hate are the death orders you gave me. Should I carry them out?
Even when I leave you, don't forget to send me full of pain and tell me that it is your compassion.
My heart is festering at the speed visible to the naked eye. What if you panic? Will I die?
We are all auctioning at high prices. What we get and what we lose tomorrow are just some wounds and our own healing experiences.
Hope to adopt. Thank you.