Some are shiny, but some are turbid and salty. A stretched or squashed circle, like all life, yearns for perfection, but with such defects and regrets, it can never be complete.
Water-like soul, mud-like destination and destiny.
Do not ask who you are. Perhaps, you are nothing, you are just a tear. You are clear, you are turbid, you are as fragile as life, you are just a lonely tear.
In March, all the flowers are burning, but you use a hoe to bury the fragments of youth with your tears.
You should bury all the shortcomings in your life that have been stretched or squashed, along with your dreams, your desires, and the turbidity and salty taste in your tears.
There is only one thing you can't bury. That is loneliness, loneliness hidden in tears!
Some people are lonely because of beauty, some people are lonely because of wisdom, and some people are lonely because of whiteness. Some people are lonely because they refuse to be confused when they should be confused, but they are always awake when they should not be confused.
Why are you lonely? I don't know. But I know you are beautiful, you are smart and you are perfect. You just had a dream you shouldn't have dreamed in an era when you shouldn't have dreamed.
Since no one else dreams, why do you dream alone?
Many years have passed, and the flowers burn again and again on the scars she once fell, and then colorful youth fragments are everywhere. The beauty of life cannot be buried.
Many years have passed, and you, and your lonely tears, have come out from different versions of pages, from different versions of screens and screens again and again for many men and women to chew and taste.
How can the dreams of youth and sour dreams be buried clean?
Yes, you are a teardrop, a teardrop that many people have seen in their eyes, with a youthful dream and a sour alliance; With life's desire for perfection, as well as the defects and regrets that have been stretched or squashed in the desire.
Yes, you are a teardrop, beautiful and fragile, and it will break when touched.
From a tear, we see the loneliness in the depths of the soul!
Tell me, the flesh and blood made of water and mud in the world, the loneliness in your soul, is it also beautiful and heartbreaking?
-from "the reader"