It's funny to think about it, what I thought was painful at the time, but now I think it's beautiful, when my mind goes up and down, I think peace is the best, but now when life is calm and makes people crazy, I feel that it's too boring, people, always strange creatures, yearning for freedom when they are imprisoned, when they are free, but they don't want to wander, they want to find a place to go in, I can't help but think, when the passion is erased, the blood is smoothed, what are we left, hehe, I'm afraid there is nothing left, only a bloodstain, In order to prove that we have been to the ........., the blood is bright, there is always a day to dry, life is wonderful, there is always a day to go out, walking on the street, looking at the various states of life, some people drive cars, some people ride bicycles, there are old people, there are babies, there are middle-aged people, there are young people, my vain eyes, as if I saw, babies become teenagers, old people have passed away, middle-aged people have become old people, young people have become middle-aged people, the world is all kinds of things, not so, will eventually return to vanity, what can we leave behind, All we can leave behind is memories, we can prove that we are only ourselves, even if we understand that everything will eventually be in vain, even if we understand that everything in the world is vain, I will leave traces, even if it will eventually pass away......... 1 October 2015

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