Silhouette

My diary seems to have nothing to do with life.

I sometimes feel that life is like a never-ending silhouette show. A silhouette show often has only a few simple and clear movements, but it can only be carried out in an unstoppable manner. Sometimes it is like a pool of water, it is so plain and faint, it seems that the air is condensed for it. It is like a dead volcano in the heart. Silence, depression, the air seems to be full of indestructible dignity, like The old blood, with a mysterious darkness, makes people want to approach but fear the bloody abyss. Perhaps you never know the next move, it is joy or worry... This silhouette is more like a game, it includes life, death, separation, and union.

Third day: floating world