Everyone Makes Promises, But Who Is Willing to Risk Even a Single Thought for It?
Loneliness breeds indifference, solitude drives one to madness. The line between reality and fiction is indistinguishable, a boundary that is truly blurred, like… the intersection of the sky and the sea. Therefore, attempting to contemplate these matters is futile, for no one can discern them. Memory and the past, reality and fiction – they are fragile, unstable entities easily replaced, much like a blank canvas brought to life by the present, and a dreamscape at night. But… if one could stand upon that 'boundary'
No one knows what lies beyond the crest of a hill – a plain or a chasm. No one can predict what will happen next, what will be gained, what will be lost.
In this world, there exists the most remote place, one that no one has ever reached: the past. Memory is like a labyrinth, leading nowhere back.
The serene moon illuminates everything on my path, its light forever shining upon me, accompanied by shimmering stars as I fall asleep, together we weave warm dreams. Rain comforts me with her voice, soothing my sorrows, while the gentle wind accompanies me as we move forward, erasing my sadness from my heart.
May my longing be a beacon for Blue Star, shining in the deep night, shining in the early morning, shimmering in your dreamscape, gently played on my love's keys, a thousand times, a thousand times.
Life is like playing poker. Sometimes you are the dealer, sometimes others are. This includes a lot of skill and luck. You make bets, check the cards, bluff, even raise the stakes.
In the midst of wins and losses, you gain many lessons. Sometimes, you get a bad hand and still win, sometimes you have a good hand but lose. But regardless, you must continuously shuffle the deck.
Who would keep a promise when no one is willing to risk even a single thought? We're all too accustomed to self-protection, unwilling to endure any harm, too reliant on others, calculating the ratio of what we give and receive. Perhaps it is because of this that we all long to see the fleeting brilliance of fireworks, without the courage and composure to act. Therefore, all we can do is watch the fireworks rise and fall.
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