Right and wrong are only relative and not absolute, observed from different angles or at different times, right is not necessarily right, wrong is not necessarily wrong, truth and falsehood are only external and not internal, there may already be subtle differences under the transformation of appearance and truth, true is not necessarily true, false is not necessarily false, everything in the world is always met and separated between intersection and parallelism, a little feeling seems strange.

What is despised and valued is not an illusion floating in the air, but a real thing that falls on the ground, what is arrogant and humble is not a false performance, but a strong love, what is divided and united is not a collapsing wall, but a winding Great Wall, the bad things are far away, the good things will come naturally, everything is never the product of a patchwork of ugliness and evil, but the essence of the combination of beauty and goodness.

The accumulation of quantity will inevitably cause qualitative changes, when all kinds of oppression are superimposed together and become an invisible evil thought, what can be remedied may not be what can be remedied, the growth of talent will inevitably cause the favor of beauty, when all kinds of wisdom are intertwined into a source of happiness, what can be hurt may not be what can be harmed, everything in the world is always in the two extremes of the back and forth, it gets the dark side and at the same time gives birth to the awakening of the bright side.

Power and desire are divided into pieces by the supreme good before they reach true unity, matter and consciousness are disrupted by chaos and become defeat before they have formed a perfect order, greed and sin are taught to be content before they rob the interests of honor, everything that should collapse will always withdraw from the stage of history between disappointment and indifference, everything that should be revived will always be firm and unchanging truth between reason and justice, all seem to be inevitable but have a hint of chance.

Pain does not cover up the whole of pain, but to deceive the light, indifference freezes not all of indifference, but to paralyze joy, death stifles not all of death, but to inhibit birth, and the beautiful things seem to rule the heart on the surface, but in fact the sinister has long been hidden in the shadows to observe the movements inside and outside the circle.

Light will not forever dominate everything in the soul and not let the darkness invade an inch, when the worm eggs of power penetrate into the depths of consciousness and tear the shell of fraternity to pieces, sorrow is the link between the soul and the body, freedom will not forever encircle the laws of humanity and prevent violence from plundering brick by brick, when the tired rivers pour into the ocean of dreams and turn the flames of passion into ashes, strife is the best witness of the past and the future, everything is like a diary in emotional life, moving the intersection in the parallel world, colliding with the parallel in the intersecting world。

Does the lost regain mean that the current thing is no longer the original thing, does the discarded regain mean that the struggle of the soul is only a process of overlapping time, and the forgotten re-remembering whether it means that the cycle of life and death is an infinite number of nows, happiness seems to have discovered the true nature of love in the critical realm of pain, and it feels that it has only as much as it does not.

Happiness has not yet shone its greatest brilliance in the emotional world, only pain is disturbed by pessimism, justice has not yet released true passion in the tunnel of time and space, and only bones are torn apart by hatred, the unknown is always in the current footprints to find the shadow of the future, the familiar is always in the past footprints to find the present shadow, everything is like a spot engraved on the wall, leaving a redundant erased pity.

The dawn never seems to intersect with the night, but there is always something dark that is closing the distance between them, peace seems to have nothing to do with war, but there is always a hazy state that is closing the distance between them, faith seems to have never been in contact with sin, but there is always a redemptive courage to close the distance between them, happiness is still in the shadow of pain, seeing the goodness that has been forgotten by oneself, justice is still in the arrogance of hatred, seeing the mercy discarded by oneself, everything seems to have changed, those in the pastThe mixture of the present and the future pushes this world as a will and an appearance to the top and throws it into the abyss.

Although ugliness and perfection are at two extremes, they will still meet one day, indulgence and moderation are not relative and absolute, but they still affect the changes of the heart, sorrow and comfort, although there is no intersection in the mean, but they are always waiting for the balance to swing, the flow of things is always difficult to follow a certain law, when the unknown little by little to find the general signs, the new rotation actually begins a new journey.

Happiness will evolve into a part of pain if it is not restrained, freedom will evolve into a part of cruelty if it is not controlled, dreams will evolve into a part of depravity if it loses its direction, the distance between happiness and happiness is not far but it is difficult to experience true happiness, the distance between freedom and freedom is not far away but it is difficult to win the reward of victory, the distance between dreams and dreams is not far away but it is difficult to tear off the mask of reality, all good things may have long been mixed with the element of sadness, but the heart has not yet begun to realize it.

Good things are not necessarily mixed with bad elements, bad things are not necessarily made up of evil thoughts, good things move to the end may be the beginning of bad things, bad things at the beginning more or less leave the bright light of good things, dark things will still set up obstacles to the light inside and outside, and bright can feel the existence of love after the fearless struggle with the ordinary.

Justice has lost the support of faith or is it not true justice, must a chasm must be dug between justice and evil, reason has lost the support of the will or is it not true reason, there must be a door between reason and madness, temperance has lost the tolerance of order or is it not real moderation, must an iron lock be hung between temperance and greed, the existence of the two is not absolute but the temperature cannot be felt in the relative world, the cold soul curled up in the dark corner from the original circle to the square.

Happiness can't find the shadow of happiness, can only feel the humble existence in the painful entity, hope can't find the path of hope, can only recall the initial enthusiasm in the trap of loss, everything has to face the complicated troubles before awakening, so that happiness can not get the light to shine, so that hope can not see the picture of the future.

Power dominates the will, the will controls power, desire bewitches the soul, the soul stirs desires, appearances tear apart ideals, ideals expose appearances, complex things always become a single side in motion or rotation, and then stand still in the single to create a new order.