If I leave, who will be sad?
I am just a speck of dust, wandering in the world, unable to become the scenery of others, nor can I be the master of myself. The sun illuminates my surface, but it cannot remove the haze in my heart.
If one day I leave, will anyone feel sad for me? If one day I am not here, will someone still be waiting? Do you remember my good or my bad? Is it my stupidity or my stupidity?
Who can exist forever? Who can not leave? In the vast sky, in the everlasting ages, who is not insignificant? Who is not short? The moment between us and the boundless world, we met, paused and looked back without taking a step too early or a step too late. Think about it, how many opportunities and coincidences are needed?
Do people always have inexplicable thoughts when they are sick? I always think, if it is true that I am gone like this, who will be sad? you? I think it is definitely sad, but will it be sad? How will you be sad?
Feeling sad for the moon during the long night, dejected under the hot summer sun, remembering it when the autumn wind blows, and remembering it constantly when the heavy snow falls? Are you drinking to drown your sorrows or drinking tea? Is it a sad look on his face or has he already seen through it? I will look for a cure in five thousand years of culture: to make you forget and let you sleep like a baby.
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