A path to life and death

　　Silent space, alone, put out a melody, and let the melodious song soothe my twisted heart. In the dawn, I stepped on a dark road, this road fog in a dark curtain between the shuttle, the cold wind shuttle, some depressing clouds sinking and falling on the road people's heads, the air, with breathless suffocation, whistling wind, some sharp as knife tentacles, hidden, quietly crossed people's cheeks, pain, from the bottom of the heart, some tear drops, from The group of silent people's cheeks slipped, tick, fell into a broken petal of ice particles.

　　I looked up, this road is very long, can not see the edge, that is the road to life and death, some cruel sneer from the far side of the road as if taunting the ignorant soul, the cold breath, there are some penetrating cold, through the hot heart, instantly freezing the complicated thoughts.

　　I can always feel that on the road, there is a trace of sobbing, the dissipation of the soul, in a soft wind, untouchable desolation, ghostly dispersion, weak fluttering, a breath of life fell, such as a bright pearl, broken open, splashed down a ground of broken particles, some luster emitted, with silvery white light, reflecting the highlights of the sorrow.

　　As if a joke like a road in front of you, there is a youthful-like bright star falling. A beautiful life, in this endless road stumbling around, all the way giggling, all the way sad song, always feel that the road is still a long, long, but accidentally, walked past the end, fell into a swamp, where, fallen into some panic helpless, some frivolous infatuation, where, quicksand-like building out of the past, in the shaky rehearsal of the soul's most precious time. The time, the years, here do not matter, life murmurs, affection and love is not important, and life continues to struggle with a sad cry. The money and houses and cars have become a dream of a different world, and the arms of life draw a bleak arc in the air. A song drifted in the distance: dust to dust, earth to earth, a life of effort crushed into the mud.

　　The cries, coming from afar, life is listening carefully, very distant, very hazy, as if through the ancient wind sound, but stinging the veins of life. A room full of white and light yellow chrysanthemums, emitting a faint fragrance, some grief sounds stumbled in the air between the ethereal breath, life grin, he saw his body lying stiffly on the cold table, some familiar faces shaking, life shook his head, feeling vaguely in some world and they had met, where he knows, life's footsteps do not stop, walked through this room, lost the most care of the past The first time I saw this room, I lost the memory of my life.

　　"Dream for a lifetime, fight for a lifetime, love for a lifetime, hate for a lifetime, enter my door today, forget the previous life in the future." Some songs overpowered the sobbing, some rainbow of colors drowned out the silhouette, life seems to be relaxed, with a relieved smile, illusion into a circle of light, some pearl powder in the fluttering, hazy, a hot flame, the flesh and bones will melt.

　　"Dust to dust, earth to earth, a touch of ghost into dust and smoke. This life's attachment to the next life to continue, this life's attachment to the eternal separation!

　　The unknown bird chattering in the trees brought my thoughts back to reality, and now, where are you and when will you return?

　　The bird, soaked to the skin, shook the rain from its body, stretched its wings and continued its loud and clear song. Is the bird showing its singing skills or is it calling for its lover to return? The reality is that there are so many unanswered questions, and how would I know the intentions of the bird.

　　The road is wet, the shoes are moist from the grass, the hands are cold from the rain, and the heart is warm from the thoughts. This section of the road we have walked before, but the wind and rain has changed, but the mood has changed, just I am looking for the happiness of the past, and what are you doing?

　　The rain flies, the rain will not stop because of the wind chase, the wind will not stop because of the rain retention. The rain has the world of rain, and the wind has the chase of wind, just like both of our worlds are so out of reach of each other ......