Is it that just because of the existence of time, no matter how impermanent the world is, all the thoughts or unforgivable will eventually become the past; all the joys and sentimentalities, the high-rise judgments or the waiting and waiting of the thousand sails, are just wishful thinking and stubbornness in the world, and will eventually be transformed into vain delusions?
Is it because the phoenix has gone through nirvana to gain eternal life, and the butterfly has gone through the cocoon to transform into flying wings; so all the harm is taken for granted that growth must go through trauma? I can only learn to forget and tell myself: The road to go is still long, only by putting it down can I lighten up...
Who knows the pain of the phoenix bathing in the fire, the endless darkness before the butterfly breaks the cocoon, and who knows the trembling of the heart like a sharp blade when the faith of the high-rise building is broken and the belief that it is regained after seeing the thousand sails is broken, and the sorrow and desolation that cannot be said?
How to let go, how to forget? And how to forgive? Even with all the support, it could not be erased, and under the increasingly cold and stiff scab, the most untouchable wound in life.
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