Where there are no objects, there are empty objects, and where there are no empty objects. I argued methodically, I knew that the explanation was irretrievable, and I struggled alone and helplessly. Slowly a little powerless, I want to shout and roar in my heart, but my heart is weak, and I can't use my strength. He's very vicious, and I know that I can't be wrong. I want to cry without tears, I feel that my heart is hot and tired, and my breath makes me tremble, but even so, it still firmly believes that I, I can't escape, it's empty. Suddenly, I slowly reached for the ceiling, as if praying for salvation and longing for help, but I immediately put it down. Because the ceiling won't help me in any way.

Walking in the wind, it feels like nothingness. The moonlight is covered with sadness, and the night is a little bitter. Laughter rushed at me, and I caught it with a smile. The raging silence forcibly took it away. The savage whistle tears the oppression, a sigh, a little loneliness. The black shadows blocked the way of the heart, and he did not hesitate at the crossroads, because fate was refreshed again. The moon is gone, and the night is pressing. There is only one place like fire, and that place is incomparably bright, and I must be king, and I must be a noble sacrifice, because those I love are suffering.

With the two characteristics of forbearance and no regrets, people should be very sharp. I'm like a slave, I'm distressed but not angry. I can endure everything, and my once selfish heart has become sensitive. So much so that the details of life will be touched. The sorrow that accumulates every day, the heart that endures the pain that is constantly enduring is now weak. Other people's mean words caused me to resent me, and the result was a tragedy that kept snowballing, I shouldn't vent my feelings, I was too guilty, and I deserved to bear everything alone. I don't know if it's more cowardly or if grief tends to saturate. I have to die, but not now, I don't want to recall. But fortunately, you helped me take the scars, I survived secretly, and I can only feel at ease after atonement, maybe I can't be at ease, I'm free, what about human beings?

That's right, it's a doomed fate. My sixth sense, all evil comes from the sinful me, human beings must relax. I am convinced that love is great. I support people in love, healing, and I understand very well the feelings of those who yearn to be saved by love, but I am terminally ill. and Russian death, food and clothing. Food and clothing to death**. But the spirit is not saturated. **Thick marriages are difficult to maintain. Matter overwhelms spirit, and humans are like zombies. It's a world of the walking dead, I don't eat meat, I'd rather be quiet, not arguing or arguing. The so-called smart, striving for one's own recognition, is not wrong. However, I always forget. I like to impose my own views on others. But don't let you not necessarily like you, why can't you understand each other more, what will you get in exchange for the competition.

Maybe I'm not qualified to say anything, I bring too much sadness and distress to people. I have so many regrets that I don't regret any more, I can't hold that many regrets. I found in the tolerance that people want to be understood, I don't need to be understood, and my spirit is not in this world. I'm another, bringing misfortune, discriminating too much,

The sky is full of stars, cold and alienated. The torch, gives light and warmth, but don't get too close to it, or it will burn you, unless you can touch the heart of the torch, where it is not hot, because he cannot warm himself from time to time flare-ups, the flames tremble in the cold wind. Often there are people around, desperately shocked down, smiling. Empty, trembling, accompanied by a trance shadow slightly clear. Too cowardly and powerless, a sense of failure, a sense of powerlessness. One day he will become strong and can use his body to build a strong castle for the unfortunate, sadness has become a disease, but smiling has also become a habit.

A comet streaked across the Milky Way at night, however. The sky is full of stars, cold and alienated. Hearing that tonight's night was particularly lonely and bleak, I looked at the stars in the sky and felt them tremble. They were all on the same canopy today. Is it because the weather is getting colder? The night brought the sigh of the stars, and I saw the tarnished stars, and I understood that they had quarreled, and it was serious, and I couldn't help but feel sad. Why did such a tragedy happen, it is clear that only human beings quarrel.

I know that human beings like to impose their own opinions on others, and if they don't understand each other and understand each other, they often lead to quarrels. For the sake of their own comfort, everyone inflicts anger on others, even anger at people who should have nothing to do with it, and the chains of hatred lead to the abyss of sin in the competition with each other. The wings of Ming Kuan's tolerance can take people to heaven. The comet is a little afraid, is it his own broom star that brings misfortune and breaks the original harmony of this sky? Comet is lonely, and he is relieved to see that the stars of harmony build a harmonious constellation, because it is warm and a sense of belonging, and his heart just wants to wander. Could it be that the noisy human voices affect the stars?

People on earth are always so blind and so hard. They follow the path everyone walks, and even forget the destination of their hearts. People are trying, people are trying to live better, and why should they live better. With a lot of money and the incomparable glory, are you lonely? Are you just for yourself. No, they are for their relatives and friends, but they are spreading their troubles and pains in their lives to their relatives and friends, making them miserable, what are you pursuing. Perhaps when people are approaching the twilight of their lives, they will look back on the past and be disappointed. The happiness you want has long been consumed on the way to chasing happiness. Comet knew very well that he liked to wander around and bring disaster everywhere, but in the end he was forgiven because Starry Sky had an incomparable heart.

The comet's tail slowly shortened and calmed down. But people don't want to forgive, people like the taste of hatred, affection, friendship, love is infected by the bacteria of hatred and becomes pathologically distorted. Is your mood calm, and do you end up with anything? No one wants to accept the irritability of others, but people, under the control of the devil of narrow-mindedness and impulsiveness, finally ignited the fuse of war, a war that killed and injured countless civilians. How many people's hearts have been broken in a quarrel. Comet is a little ashamed, because he was the fuse of the war, and he can also be called a ruined star, a repentant star. He dragged his long tail full of hatred for the past, and he slowly turned to regret during the journey.

In the end, he chose to give up the tail, and he was a lot easier. Why do people always care about surname, region, and race? Isn't the country everyone, what about the earth, what about human beings? That's a kind of selfishness, a kind of narrow-mindedness. However, human beings have slowly abandoned gender and racial discrimination in evolution, and true civilization will always come. The sun is so lonely, but so warm. Starry, deserted and distant. Because of the sun, you can not lose your way, but even with the sun, you will still lose yourself. Only oneself can change one's heart, and the change of one's mind is the influence of all aspects. The stars are tired, they have their own troubles, let them rest. An irritable heart needs tranquility, and a cold heart needs warmth. The next night the night sky will probably be brighter and more beautiful. (To be continued......)