Another universe.

Time: Present as humans call it - 20:47 on January 11, 2046.

The eyes of 1 are illuminated by electric light. The roar of airplanes could be heard in the sky. There must have been a lot of people on the plane. 1 Guess what kind of men there are, men and women. Are there children? Maybe.

What is man a thinking and doing? What is the b woman thinking and doing? How long did they live? How long do they plan to live? Maybe not. Yes is only determined by the state of mind of the moment. Time is passing, and the original idea of jumping off the building is not now.

If you are still alive, what you want will not come true.

The roar faded away.

In the night sky, the sound of insects came from the lotus pond 100 meters away and the silent trees among the high-rise buildings in the community.

this time. Why do you want to die?

1 looked at the orange and hazy moon. I looked around at the sparse neon lights in the distance. Red, green, yellow. Glaring.

Another universe.

Nameless fire. Maybe I know that. There is no color. erupted from the heart, burning the entire heart chamber and blocking the way to life. Incompetence continues; Although it is cold, it is sometimes warm.

Another universe.

I just saw a girl, like her. Evoke memories and feelings. She is like a cloud of smoke, ethereal. The smile seemed perfunctory. What do you pursue, but also alone. But I still knew that she couldn't get rid of her heart, so I regretted it, although I didn't feel this way at the time, just a feeling. Maybe after the processing of time and fantasy. But I feel like it's not accounting so much now. After so many years, I don't know what the posture is at this moment.

She. Laughing. It's really moving. Beauty is also true. I don't know if I've been toyed with by all kinds of stupid things. Pain or joy.

She. She. She. Blurred too much by time. I only remember that I was happy and I was worried.

She. I still don't know. In that panic I realized that you were no longer there. And then never in again. Too much, she. I'm good at crushes. If they were in front of my eyes now, I was afraid that they would destroy the memories and feelings that I had kept at different times.

If everything is too naked, it will block illusions, hinder happiness, and destroy life.

Another universe.

I opened a website and wanted to search for a term. I saw a wonderful illustrated page at the bottom of the page, and there were beautiful women in it, and I clicked on it. After reading it, I was intrigued by another album below, "Taking Stock of the Industry Around the World". I clicked in.

It took a few minutes to see the bewitching postures and living conditions of ** people around the world. I looked up the films that appeared in the catalogue in India's largest red light district. Then I opened that documentary. The title of the film is "Born in a Brothel".

I watched for some time. I watched some pictures, I saw some people and scenes, and there were events. None of this has been seen before. It made me think, how can people be the same? I know that there are people with such personalities in the world. I know that the people of this world are such conduct, and thoughts. The children in the documentary are smiling brightly in the sun, and I am familiar with the expressions and behaviors of the people around me. Longing for what has never been seen, out of an unsatisfying life. And what about when it's done? People are the same in another environment. What happens to human nature, as if it were governed by a variety of objects.

Life under the same sun. Always in constant demand.

Oh! Their noisy streets, cars and people, basking in the sun I've seen! The trees are familiar to me. The dirt has also been seen. The sky is no stranger either. The ** and needs hidden in the heart are no different. The mood of being alive also changes.

What do people want in life? Except for struggle. You can't get rid of the struggle...... Otherwise, what else would the gamer play?

I felt sorry for the dog, which had been running and barking before my eyes. Where is the corpse now, is it lonely?

Another universe.

Red, or orange, this light is hidden behind the tree, and from my point of view.

As expected, outside is the color of the night, and the sky is cold. There is also a feeling of loneliness, desolation, despair, like a big stone blocking my heart, a feeling of being out of breath?

Oh! Like a black cloud pressing on the top, you can't escape the feeling of suffocation! Of course, as soon as the cold wind blows, you miss the warmth. Nothing can stop you from getting back to the warmth. That's how life is.

In the night, my eyes are not bright, and my vision is even more blurry. It's like in a dream, you can't see anything real, and even your footsteps are a little illusory. I fixed my eyes on a dark red canvas of oil. There was a light on that face, a light that didn't belong to it. Who does the light belong to? Why should this question be answered?

I ask you, you don't have to speak.

What are the ants doing at this time?**Don't be presumptuous, I love your heart, not your body.

In my dreams, if I run, most of them are painful. Because I don't seem to be lifting my feet, the control is unsatisfactory and real, and the space plays with me, so I can't run far. Only by flying can you fly freely. It's a pity that it often lands and is difficult to fly again.

Another universe.

Occasional urine in the toilet. I peed back to the door, and I thought about the door again. Then he lifted the door and walked out.

The black water pours into the eyes, the cold invades the skin, and the cold water falls on the face. Is the wind chilling or the rain cold?

I can't help but think, at this time, in the vast world, people are hiding in the house and dreaming. I don't know that when hundreds of millions of rains fall, the tree is also dreaming. That loneliness.

Occasionally, the wind blows on this side. With the temperature, return to the road.

Looking at the sky, thoughts are flying. Billions of stars, can know the distance, know the joys and sorrows?

I stepped on the ground and swung into the warmth. The hustle and bustle and the light tried to frolic with me.

Occasionally, I am sick and moaning. Occasionally, there are dreams, feelings, feelings, and feelings that go deep into the heart, the more soul.

Loiter. Another universe.

The sky was still falling, and the gloomy sky was full of dark clouds. The cold wind blew through my body, and I felt the cold, and there was another sleepiness.

The rain was sheltered by the houses, and I reached into the rain. I felt cold, water cold.

Trees don't hold umbrellas. I've been thinking about the reason for this for a long time. No matter how long I am not a tree, I will not know if he is willing to hold an umbrella.

It's cold anyway, and winter isn't far off. I'm going to feel more cold.

The cold wind blows the green very pale leaves. The leaves can only be blown by the wind. I can't think of any more reasons.

Causal causality, initial cause and final effect? I can't think of any more. I know that now the time I'm cold and sleepy, and I need a quiet warm bed. At this point, I can't think I need more.

I'll say it.

Body: The material carrier of the six senses of life. The six senses are to use the senses to know the reality of the material world. Look, dark clouds and rain. Touch the rain and cold brought by dark clouds. The ear, the vibration of all things. Taste, smell. Sixth sense?

Spiritual: the activity of consciousness provided by the body of the material carrier, for the transcendence of the senses, above the spirit. What the senses bring is temporary. What is seen, heard, touched, tasted, smelled, and stated, the sense of the state of beauty. Temporary hallucinations, hallucinations to death. Death is not the end, it is nothing but a name.

Soul. Wow, I'm me, there's no name code to call and it doesn't exist.