Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

My broken dream drifted in an unknown direction, leaving my awake heart to look at the corner of that day, my blue hometown.

If everything was true in the past, and it was not a dream, and if you didn’t fall into a dream, and didn’t think about grief, what else could you do with the fate of life and death, to live in this life, to live in this world?

Buddha said: From love arises sorrow, from love arises fear. If you are separated from the one you love, there will be no sorrow and no fear.

I look at the world inside the cocoon, it is also colorful

I taste the taste of struggle, it is not only the bitter taste
I know what growth looks like, step by step, deep and shallow, with endless aftertaste

I want to go to that place, regardless of the wind and frost of the world, blurring my face, leaving only my innocent heart, but it seems that the day is long
If, the imprisoned life is doomed to wither

If, the deep mark cannot be erased:
Please let me come back and take a look at the footprints of this life. I don’t ask for immortality. I just hope that I will have no regrets today.
Use the soul to replace the moon, so that the breeze can accompany you