Life is born for growth

The growth of life is for apoptosis

The apoptosis of life, in order to—

Make room and space for those who come after you

Life is such a process

It's as simple as anyone can imagine

However, not everyone knows the energy of life

Not everyone knows the power of growth

Not everyone knows what life is all about

Not everyone knows that life can fly

Maybe it's our shallowness

Maybe it's our laziness

We always whitewash the front with false colors

Maybe it's our greed

Perhaps it is our sorrow

As soon as we embarked on the journey, we were greedy for the harvest at the end

It floated all the way

The swaying footsteps can't make a sound

Can't get a strong beat

You can't feel the excitement of the journey

Confused

Frivolous to the outside

Gradually, the innate heroism was forgotten

Pretending to be a deep image, I was emotional

Feeling the impermanence of the world

Feeling the helplessness of growing up

In fact, we have long since rejected ourselves from growth

Didn't grow

Not experienced

It will not bloom with a true sense of growth

Life is just a simple handover of life and death

The process of life is painted on how colorful

In fact, we don't have to expect growth to shine

We don't want to grow pale

Even if it's just a bean firefly

You can also shine on the morning sun to push the night away

Don't expect speculation to enrich us

Perhaps speculation can change some people's embarrassment for a while

Luck is always luck

In the end, we will lose in vain

Don't imagine that someone else can see your own flowers bloom in the season

Someone else's season belongs to someone else

At most, we just watched a few cheers

The wonderfulness of others belongs to others

We can't feel that wonderful feeling

If only we could substitute for someone else

The world will turn black and white upside down

The world has turned black and white upside down

We will lose our existence

Everyone has the same face

Everyone has the same heart

Everyone welcomes the rise and fall of time with the same feeling

It's because we can't replace each other

Only in the face of this world can we have different feelings

Your own season is your own

Whether you are wonderful or not is only known to yourself

There will be no pie in the sky

Lunch required us to dig into our own pockets

If you don't pay, you will never gain anything

Although the effort is not always proportional to the gain

Just sow the seeds------

There is hope to see the arrival of autumn

Perhaps, our growth will not be smooth sailing

Too many calamities weigh us down

As long as the faith remains

As long as the design is still there

As long as the mood is still there

The power of growth roared

It will shatter all obstacles

Vitality can sound the future

Perhaps, the future may not be exciting

But the footsteps along the way can prove that we once existed

There is a reason for existence

Existence should be wonderful

Love is the confession of our life

Love our loved ones

Love our friends

Love our work

Love everything about us

Love our world

This is the richest meaning of our life

That's how wonderful we are

This kind of excitement doesn't need to be noticed by the world

This kind of wonder doesn't need to be applauded by others

Such a wonderful -

It is the most sincere confession we give to our lives

It's a pity not to give an explanation

If there is no explanation, it is a vacancy

Who wants to regret it

Who wants to make their lives empty?

Even if we are as ordinary as mustard

It's also nostalgic for the season

Leave the seed to the earth

Silent waiting for spring to come again

When spring comes, the seeds can sprout and bloom

This is our most simple desire

It is also our most simple confession of our own life

If we hypocritically turn our lives into fake flowers

Wait for autumn to go and winter to come

We explain to ourselves what we are going to do

Autumn of grass and trees, life of a lifetime

Even if life can be reincarnated

And what can tempt us to start all over again?

Life without connotation is like a bird that has lost its wings

You can only look up at the grace of others soaring in the sky

Find a grain of food in the grass to stay alive

The gaze looking up at the sky gradually blurred and faded

Life is meant to fly

The loss of wings is doomed to the sorrow of life

You can only watch others fly

You can only wait in the grass for death to come

Dead, turned to dust

Scattered across the universe

The vast universe

No one cares about a speck of dust

Of course, we're not here to be cared for after death

Life itself is only about living realistically

If it is a bird, it should fly in the blue sky

If it is a flower, it should bloom brilliantly

Even if it's just a small grass

Life should also grow into a rich green

Even if the wind and rain hit

Even if it's covered with frost and snow

Complete the growth of life –

It's our wonderful

Life is calmly dying -

It's our pleasure

—September 14, 2010