Posted on: May 12, 2022 Posted by: admin Comments: 0


Suppose one day I am no longer in this world, people who hate me, love me, how will they change?

Suppose one day, when I die…

People who hate me, they’ll dance…

My lover, they will cry like rain…

Day 2 is over…

My body will be buried underground…

People who hate me, see my grave, they just smile and walk away…

My lover, dare not look back, not even once.

1 year later…

My fleshly body has become rotten.

My grave, overgrown grass in the wind.

People who hate me, after eating and drinking, sometimes still get annoyed when they mention my name.

My lover, in the deserted night, still cried silently calling my name.

Human life is impermanent, so don’t make each other sad

Live in a practical way, not because of people’s eyes, or anyone’s standards of evaluation.

Ten years later…

My body is no more, only bones remain.

The one who hates me, no longer remembers my face, but only vaguely remembers my name.

My lover, sometimes quiet for a moment when thinking of me. Life makes everything fade away…

Decades later…

My grave, through many rainy and windy seasons, remains only a barren land.

People who hate me… don’t remember me anymore.

My lover, also lying on the ground.

For this world, I have become nothing.

My life’s struggles, with a bag of material possessions… can’t even take away a blade of grass…

But my lust, my lifelong pursuit, can’t take away a bit of vanity.

This life…

Whether rich or poor, eventually must go to the last step.

When I look back, I realize that my life was wasted. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t cry out loud. I regret it, but it’s all too late.

Live in a practical way, not because of people’s eyes, or anyone’s standards of evaluation.

Love, hate, love, hatred only exist as long as we are alive.

Hundred years passed in a blink of an eye. In the end, only a handful of ashes remained…

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