The imagination of life, the traces of life, the power of life

Life Capriccio

Why there is light and darkness in the world

Is there a power to pierce evil?

The sails of history were erected along the wind

Try to keep it standing forever

The misty song comes from the outer

The code inside is hard to untie.

Only as a life to shout

Man is a very small space.

Everyone has their own plans.

The secret is in the hundreds of millions

The years can dilute everything

Everybody's going to have a different hard

Difficulties always come and going

Who can play on the crest of life

Fate is a necessity that cannot be changed

The thick history makes the person not return to view

For the Long Life World

The history of mankind is so short

But all lives are buried in the ground.

Explore and explore in a constant way

Life does not develop smoothly.

How can history be stained with blood and tears

Justice and Evil are always at war.

We are too primitive.

Or because we have so many unknowns.

But life still lasts.

And we created civilization.

We have a high intelligence

is also experiencing sickness and death.

What is the mystery of life?

How did the planet form?

Who created the vast universe.

There is life beyond the universe.

Are they as busy as we are

We have only thousands of years of civilization

A reply that cannot be made to this

But life will continue in the struggle.

Traces of life

And the wind blows away a day

I think of you in the Southland

Think of your aching body

At this moment, an eagle is vacated

Chasing the empty Sky

And I can't spread my wings

Fly to the distance

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The Walk of Life

One step at a memory

Profound and not profound

It's all about life.

If we can't run

Then slow down.

Or, sit down.

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Squatting is also a kind of life

In the desert, in the Gobi

The days of squatting are boundless.

I want to send you a pinch of sand.

You can take it to the beach.

Feed a fish.

Try not to look at the eyes of the fish turning white

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There are tamarix in the desert.

It looks strange.

Can be long in the windward

The same as me.

Stand or sit down.

Withered or proud.

Are showing the posture of life.

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The ancestors were always rambling.

Everyone has to be strong.

I've been silent.

Can't understand what

But I do live.

At the moment, I miss you

and a distant ocean.

The Power of Life

No rich soil.

The Falling Seeds

In the corner between the cracks

To Bloom quietly

Although

The wind has blown through

Frost has ravaged

The Sun has baked

Drought has afflicted

Though scarred

Still has the power to flourish.

Although

Endure pain.

Sad and hurt.

Through the tears

Absolute gasping

Even if the bleeding heart

Always hold on to the watch of life

Imagination of life, traces of life, power of life