I'm all the world on my own.
？I'm not a great man, I'm not a great man, I'm not a great man, I'm not a great man.？
I can't touch the sky, I can't stretch the ground, I'm not a great man.
I thought I had a hair on my skin.
I want to take it off.
And yet it's a scar.
My toughness made it bleed.
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I thought I had another scar on my skin.
Actually, it's a hair.
Just a little pinch.
My grandfather left... I didn't get to see him when he was pushed into the cremator.
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People are lazy, until something happens; back home in Fuzhou; the neighbor's house last year's Chinese characters and red couplets are still pasted on the door; our door is torn down, but not torn clean; double-sided adhesive, the remains of the couplets, white background, a little bit of red traces; it can be seen that there is enough haste, the death of a person is really not unexpected
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Fake stairs off the floor; Grandpa's unfinished milk on the counter; lots of unfinished meds in the cabinet, I guess; chronic laryngitis from Parkinson's causing respiratory difficulties
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Grandpa wanted to live, so he was a little upset before he left, knowing that we were coming back in two days. Grandpa also said to Grandma that he wanted to be with her for a few more years so he wouldn't be so lonely, and that's what the end of life looks like.
The shadow of a man under the streetlight is printed on the asphalt road.
Clear but inaccurate outlines
The angle is tilted and I'm standing straight.
All that's left is black and gray, light and dark.
without regard for good or evil
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If there are no lights
I'm drowning in the darkness.
If there's a light
I blocked the way of the light.
It's still dark.
I took off my glasses.
The world is getting lost.
Things and people don't have silhouettes.
into glowing and non-glowing blocks of color.
With a halo of light
With the frequency of running feet landing on the ground
sway and shake
It's like I'm the only one in the world.