Insensitive force

Sometimes I feel in a trance that I can't feel the beauty and love of the world, like a walking dead ~ I'm probably overwhelmed by the reality, I can't breathe, I'm numb, my senses have been submerged in the sea of pain~ My inspiration is weakened...

Walking on the street, I saw a lot of hurrying migrant workers while they were rushing to and fro, and I saw riders riding motorcycles to deliver goods... Knowing that in this world, not only I am a prisoner of life, everyone is in a sea of misery Struggling mortals~ At this time, I have a little comfort in my heart

When you see a homeless person in the underground passage, you can still sing with confidence, and it is not too much to say that the divinity has come to the world.

In such an occasional moment, I feel that I am still alive, and I even sigh at the moment of "it's good to be alive", that kind of happy moment, pure happiness, in fact, so little, so little...

Our world is like this, good and bad, most of them are mud and sand, a small moment is a pearl, or the clam shell is exchanged for tears and heartbreak.