Where is here? Why I am here...
It's strange, why do I exist?
I must find the meaning which I existed
Is this city too high and big to me. Perhaps I am too tiny...
The feeling is always so constrained and unable to breathe
What's the terminus of the bridge? Another world?
Keep going and you'll know...
Each people have their own wings,
but why most of them can't learn how to fly.
It's easy to escape from the fetters and seek silent spacious place.
However, most people unconscious accustomed have been fettered
and unable to lay them down...
I wish I could become potted flowers on a windowsill.
So simple and ordinary lives.........
We embarked on a new course in the place which we should finish originally.
Finally we have to return to the starting point and then come to the end...
Something we obtained or lost
Someone we met or parted
They were all meaningful, on the other hand they were also meaningless...
Therefore we do not have to search for anything
We are originally tiny in the world...
Let's get over all emotions...
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