The left eye is love, the right eye is hate, floating like a dream, no self and no him

Sending a thousand miles to the king, there must be a farewell in the end. Whether we are together or parting, just as we cannot choose where to come from, nature cannot choose where to go.

Life is like a gathering of Ping, unpredictable and fickle. Since we have no way of choosing our own destiny, we can only go with the flow.

This is fate, all encounters are inevitable, all past is natural. If you haven't picked it up, why can't you put it down? There is no hope, no disappointment, only by looking down on everything, can we get away with it.

When there is no soul, I am afraid of loneliness, but when I have a soul, I like to be lonely. Everything changes between contradictions, and after the change, it suddenly dawns on the understanding that life itself is a lonely journey. Come and go alone, no one will accompany you forever.

How about spending more time with me? How about giving you an extra ride? In the end, it's not all the same? To be together is to part ways, so why bother with your thoughts?

The left eye is love, the right eye is hate; floating like a dream, no sorrow and no joy, no self and no him.

There is no eternity in the world, holding hands is the edge, letting go is also the fate.