Usually the end of things is death
This is how it always ends.
With death.
But first there will be life
But first there was life.
Hidden in this and that, I can't say enough
Hidden beneath the blah，blah，blah.
In fact, they have already settled in the noise
It is all settled beneath the chitter chatter and the noise.
silence is emotion
Silence and sentiment.
love is also fear
Emotion and fear.
Brilliant light, wild and impermanent
The haggard，inconstant flashes of beauty.
Those hard, miserable and painful human nature
And then the wretched squalor and miserable humanity.
Buried under the embarrassment of being a human being, I can't say enough
All buried under the cover of the embarrassment of being in the world.
It's nothing but flashy smoke
Beyond there is what lies beyond.
- "The Beautiful City"
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