Reflection fireworks follow the water flow

Flowers bloom and fall always in emptiness, origin and extinction always gather and disperse, and many common things in the floating dust are like this, such merging and dispersing are unpredictable.And what can we wait for in the future?When it comes to all things about the future, it seems so far away, so long, and the unseen future is like the reality that cannot be held in the palm of your hand. Since when did we start to be so sad?Since when is our happiness no longer based on a candy?Since when are we so bold that we don't care about the test results?Since when did we treat life indifferently?Since when did we classify ideals as dreams, and then put them in castles in the air?Since when are we not fucking like ourselves?

Drunken and decadent, the years are as thin as paper, and the vows of love are all left behind.The fireworks are burning in a hurry, and we suddenly don't know what to do?Running all the way, searching all the way, in the end, you lose more than you pursue, so life is decadent and decadent!Do the same things, live in the same places, see the same things, date the same people.We're all repeating the same thing year after year, and it's scary to think about!

Sitting here, lighting a cigarette, wrapping the open coat tightly, watching the footsteps returning late, saying good night to the hurried passers-by, and then occasionally raising your head to talk to the dawn, when will it be dawn?When is the real dawn? !It turns out that life is like this!It turns out that life can only be like this!It is so long. It turns out that many things we don't understand are not because others don't want to say it, but that we will experience it no matter how cautious we are.Life is like this, some things cannot be escaped, cannot be avoided.

The flickering candle, the bright light, the scorched marks on the head of the match, it smells like heartache, it turns out that this is the feeling of being hurt!It turns out that life is like this!We are looking for all the way, looking for the beautiful paradise that we fantasized about when we were young.Looking up, in an instant, we grew up in the wind like this!

Even if you don't want to, even if you are very lost, your body grows up, but your mind is slow to be unwilling to grow up, but you still grow like the wind. For a moment, you see the campus that you can never go back to, for a moment, Watching those youthful figures that I lost all cast on other people.The scratched mark on the glass window, like a hard and cracked scar, just stayed there and could not be erased.Many things in life are like this poor trace, cold pain, ugly but cannot be changed, and there are too many defects, so more traces are destined to be left on the glass, cracking pain, It is unavoidable to row hard.

Such a time, such a life, is like a lotus flower that blooms sequentially. No one knows what will happen the next time the petals fall behind?If you could live your life again, what can you do?Such helpless thoughts, such ignorant predictions about my future, my favorite way of life, and the people I yearn for, in the end, like a kite without a string, I can't help myself.

It is the trace of time and space traveling through confusion, and it is a kind of loneliness that meets without compensation. Sitting on the railroad tracks, listening to the whistling of the train, watching the swallows land on the telegraph poles, and ten thousand birds passing behind, the sky is definitely clear. It turns out that our life is so ordinary and mediocre that we cannot fly over it. Flying over the piece of heaven in our dreams, a bird that falls will finally bid farewell to heaven, weep and cry alone, and then wait until the destination of death, announcing the end of everything .

Are we bidding farewell to this other flowery world?Or has the world abandoned us?In the bloody reality, the edge of direction cannot be touched.Where else can we go?Such a decadent and depressed youth, exiled to wander?Angry and lonely?In the end, it rotted in decadence, and finally disappeared after destruction.This youth, held in hand, is not a kind of involuntary waste.This youth appears so pale.This youth, how helplessly let go.

Life is still growing, but we seem so unbearable, our life, our love, want to promise life, want to fulfill love, want to do many, many things, but more often Like a trapped prisoner, unable to exile to freedom.

If you ask about the meaning of life, or it has no meaning in the first place, it’s just that it’s not easy to come here, and people always endow it with some lofty meaning. How many people have lived through the ages, and then died, the tides come and go, bustling .In fact, no matter what meaning it represents, we also have to die like this, in helplessness, in panic, in reluctance and resentment, but it is a vigorous death, burning up youth into the past, burning out passion into ordinary, burning out Love burns out and becomes indifference, and finally burns itself out and becomes a pile of bones.