blooms beautifully, but it also retains its stinging thorns.
Memory is not a sanctuary, a fascination with the past is a metaphor for exile from reality. The movement of the floating corpse in the trajectory of time and space is the retention of memory. If time does not pass, the years are forever young, how come the sincerity of life.
Just keep the time, it is hard to find the past, time turns into a sharp blade, severing the skin of the living, letting the blood gushing out, extending to the source of life. We have forgotten our years, but we have not been able to gain the courage to turn back. So I chose to be stubborn and not want to look back, because what I saw is no longer the reality, and what I touch is no longer the reality.
The pity of the living, but the true meaning of the dead. Too much pity, but do not know the meaning of happiness.
Madam Butterfly sealed up her memory with all her heart, and threw her corpse into the ocean of memory and let it devour, because she still wanted something in the world.
When the stench pervades, the flesh is not rotten, but life can no longer find its way back. Tanaka ingested the medicine by mistake, so he had to pay with his life, but he didn't know anything. People who know everything are high above the ground, and they hold other people's lives pretentious, but unfortunately they don't understand the beauty of life. Maybe an accident caused this tragedy, but isn't it more worth digging in places beyond the accident?
The high development of machinery has enveloped the entire country, and even tempered the human heart into steel. What we see in the dreams of children is the respect for the complete abandonment of human nature. Even if we couldn't see the enemy, we still fired, and the cannon fire resounded through the sky, not only in the ears of adults, but even in the dreams of children.
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