Stress is a dream machine,
Especially nightmares,
It's not about running away.
It's the escape after being forced to hurt someone,
As if outlaws were at the end of the world,
The beast is besieged and embattled,
Where there is oppression, where there is resistance,
The vent of the volcanic eruption,
The law of conservation is as big as the universe,
Small enough to be invisible to dust.
Once upon a time, there was always no reason,
It's always a flash in the pan,
A moment of inspiration,
Dreaming and waking up thoughts, nature also returns opportunities,
Looking at the past has become empty,
Attachment is still like a dream.
"A Dream for a Thousand Years to Wake Up"
Wenyu Miki
20180606
07：23
