The mirror can illuminate things clearly, reflect the truth truthfully, or illuminate demons, but the refraction of the mirror surface is impacted and destroyed by external forces, and the image is distorted. There is no complete city, a row of street scenes, and empty people. Inlaid into glass, will one day achieve the truth? The countless possibilities and pains of reality originate from those figures refracted in the glass. After hurriedly fleeing for their lives, we can still evoke the past after many dusks. 1_s-heQsUWtTgxpMtXGCFkHw Handwriting by:
Yoshimitsu Katayu The inklings don't want someone to popular database commit suicide while we hug I don't want to catch a glimpse of the group photo , mail the eyes one by one I don't want to teach children to count eternity with their fingers I don't want to finish reading a good poem The author is skinny like a metaphor I don't want the shadow to be heavier than the fading sun But I don't want to die and reject my coffin and soil And those who leave early and refuse all the activities of life June 29, 2021 In troubled times, you can stick to yourself and learn to refuse. "
Rejection" is like a poet's monologue, shallow but powerful. Reminiscent of Lin Juemin's "Farewell to His Wife", I wish everyone in the world peace. The guilt of survivors is a burden we must carry. When hugging in peace, you will think that someone has committed suicide. Everyone in the group photo scattered things, the child has no hope, and counts the waiting forever. The works are all over the code, the author is invisible, leaving shadows and countless taboos.