A mosquito bit me in my hollow, I wonder if it was drunk.

I recount my sorrows, the shadow of a person is so lonely and melancholy, longing for the wild geese, but only to find despair in the fleeting years, the splendor and silence accumulate with the fading ink of time, creating a chaotic and sentimental sadness, a painful and piercing coldness. How many years have passed, how much is left but pale and helpless? The dust and bustle, happiness is always so distant.

Life experiences determine the breadth and depth of a person's inner self. The more profound and rich a person's love experiences, the more fully they live their lives. If love has enriched life, then all experiences of love have enriched the soul.

People are often like this: one person is one way, but many people gather together and become completely another.

Life is always seeking fulfillment, believing that good tea needs a good teapot, beautiful flowers need a good bottle, and beauties should be paired with talented men. But one doesn't know that sometimes, imperfection is a beauty. A more natural and unrestrained approach can be more pleasing. Too much refinement and perfection can actually cause one to despair.

Anything should be tried, because you cannot know what things or what people will change your life. We experience everything that suddenly appears in life, unprepared. Like an actor entering the initial lineup, we must constantly strive.

What is possessed, what is lost, the years cause pain, whether intentional or accidental, laughing in sorrow, giving oneself strength. I no longer believe in promises; they are beautiful things that give countless desires. Time passes, reunions and separations, there are no regrets, nor are there promises that last forever.