Heaven, earth, sea, and people.
Only shadow in the wind.
Peaceful happiness, peaceful pain, peaceful life, let the rain, the bells, the waves.
The empty old house is buried in the dark place of memory, and the dark place
left by time is precisely because of the bright light traces.
Perhaps the meaning of life lies in the burning of the flame of phantom light
. The deceased is like a kettle on a stove with soft white smoke, leaving the living to solve riddles and doubts.
The sky, the earth, and the sea are connected together.
And people, wandering, are phantom lights.
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