I remember the Buddhist saying that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. In other words, Avalokitesvara once used the body to give gifts, showing the appearance of pink and pink, and copulating with the lost person. When the copulation was very happy, the body of a skeleton appeared, and the red and pink skeleton was taken. The person who is not called to indulge in the appearance of flesh and blood. It's not like being addicted to the flesh, it's easy to say, I don't miss your crimson lips, or your deep eyes, the iris reflects the blue light, the sun climbs down your mountain roots, I seem to see you high. High cheekbones, the smell of freesia behind your ears slips into the nape of your neck, the curve of your waist takes on a new height, and I know there's a deep depression there that has made it through countless midnights. I am haunted. Drinking a certain amount of alcohol can make people feel intoxicated. I have also talked to you, the selfless love and protection of the elders for the younger, and the words and gifts of my life. You stared me in the eyes and said you wanted platonic love, so I indulge you, and I don't care who you go with or have fun with. There is a kind of magic in youth, which makes people intoxicated and makes you only care about playing with them in the world, never thinking that the years are over and the old friends are gone. Dear Percy, in the more than 600 days in the high wall, I have imagined the sun hitting your golden hair countless times, and your face is beautiful. I have been sighing countless times, and we will meet again. I just ask it not to reflect my old face mercilessly. Prison is indeed eating human flesh. It is not only eating me, it is also eating you. It gradually blurs you in my mind. I can't even remember the mole at the corner of your eye, your favorite dress, and your eyes. , your anger. But it describes the heartbeat of you when I first saw you countless times in my heart, those details of you, those tiny coveted eyebrows, those habits that belong to Percy gradually peeled off in my mind, leaving only You, a pure you, or rather, a bone. There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting what you want. I've experienced both, and sadly, neither you nor I are satisfied.
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