Gorgeous fantasy is an empty soul after all, beautiful but uncertain

Dim lights fall, reflecting my silhouette, erratic, I lowered my eyelids, infinite melancholy. Still watching in the distance, a touch of red and golden light came at me and wrapped me around. The light stung my eyes, strange but warm, and I didn't want to refuse. Its dazzling reminds me of the brilliant struggle and final gloom of Phoenix. Light and shadow are falling, floating and growing. Just when I was addicted to fantasy, I only felt a sharp pain in my arm, just like those brilliant wings were broken in an instant, and the pain was biting. I can't help bending down, silently enduring and silently regretting. The only reliance and cover in my heart was torn, exposing my helpless soul naked. The incomparable glory is also a blur. In this way, the soul is tempered, and the moving flame shines directly into the eternal sky.

Pass me the ring.

In a blink of an eye, the world became dark. Which beam of light is swaying? What kind of desperate voice is gentle and shallow? At the beginning of the light, the lights are charming, and I turn into a tragic song.

He cruelly exposed the reality in front of me, but locked the once heavy one. I have no way out, and I have no perfection of yesterday. When that gorgeous moment disappeared, I realized that fantasy is just a shell and reality is the soul. People often present reality in front of others, and only I foolishly present fantasy. Fantasy, after all, is a colorful icing in fairy tales, which can't stand the burning of fire. Only broken walls can stay.

I am shivering in the wind, and the flame still surrounds me and burns me. There is always a heat flow in my heart that I want to generate.

And then ... it filled my mind.

When I got rid of my fantasy and faced the reality bravely, I realized how powerful my body was. It turns out that it is not only icing on the cake, but also a greasy poison, which makes people sink, forget themselves and cannot extricate themselves ... but it ends their lives.

There is still a throb in my heart that lingers for a long time. Perhaps it is the excitement of rebirth, the glory, and the light to meet Nirvana's rebirth.

I waited, waiting for the biting pain, and then nirvana was reborn, resulting in that dazzling swan song.