I still have to go on quietly, saying that it's a beautiful day, the wind is gentle, and I can smile
wearily in the setting sun, saying that life is very ordinary and there are no twists and turns and sorrow.
To return all the nights to the Milky Way, all the spring scenery to the sparse hedge, and all the careless
indulging and lingering, return to the past me. Tomorrow's me, with a gully in my chest, will shake the
mountains and rivers immediately.
There are flowers in spring and months in autumn, cool winds in summer and snow in winter. If you don't mind
your own business, it is a good time on earth. Hunger feeds, sleep when you are sleepy, cool when you are
hot, and fire when you are cold. Normal heart is natural, there is nothing artificial, there is no choice
between right and wrong, just walk, sit and lie, and meet things by machine.