The psychological world of being hyped
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精神世界的健康和富足對成為一個正常的人類起著關鍵的作用。人們享受到的喜悅全建立在標準的基礎健康之上。
沒料想過，跳進愛情的墳墓是這樣一種深遠的跌落，思想像被蛀蟲啃食一樣，相近的神經總會被牽扯，人類身體終歸是完整的一個個體，像一個蘋果，核心壞了，美味全無；外皮壞了，削掉依然可口。但他要的不是蘋果，而你只剩下一個蘋果核。太多損失是無法彌補和追溯的，前人划的傷口後人憑什麼想要補？人生要思考的課題太多，情感介絆是太多理性的人嗤之以鼻的，空的櫥窗砸向眾人頭頂，善良的人首先會犧牲。那些你注目奔跑在人生前端的人，他們可能拋棄了為人的真善，取而代之是如何更好的迎合這個世界，如何滿足角色的需要，如何游刃有餘，如何跳躍和一步登天。現實的赤裸無處不在，有些人也如此赤裸試圖用肉身擁抱和安撫，有些人披著荊棘，瞭望和小心翼翼。我們面前是同一幅黯淡無光的灰色海岸，你希望被思想積極的人帶走，肉身相融，靈魂依然孤獨行走，你嚐著酒，眼淚和心跳合拍。時光不眨眼，從不在意你的失落和痛苦的瞬間，時光從不停歇，你又像宇宙間一顆黯淡無光的星，也許曾經閃耀過。今年悉尼的夏日伴著風和雨，快樂夾雜著某些部分的交換，人越來越痴迷妄想，快樂輕易可得到，快樂也難以被實現。我們終歸不想承認現實的殘酷，在做的都是見證人，而我們選擇沈默，選擇琉璃往返，無法預知變成塵埃的那一天，人們都說投胎到新的世紀重新來過，可被摧殘過的精神世界如何揚起新的風帆？過眼雲煙的癡迷如何按下暫停鍵，砍掉這顆無用的頭腦嗎？
The health and abundance of the spiritual world play a key role in becoming a normal human being. The joy that people enjoy is based on a standard foundation of health.
Never imagined that jumping into the grave of love would be such a profound fall. Thoughts are like being eaten by worms, and the nerves that are close are always involved. The human body is ultimately an intact individual, like an apple. The core is broken, the taste is all gone; the outer skin is broken, peeled off is still delicious. However, he doesn’t want an apple, and you only have an apple core left. There are too many losses that cannot be repaired and retrospectively, so why should the future people want to make up for the wounds made by the previous ones? There are too many topics to think about in life, and emotional stumbling is something that too many rational people scoff at. The cupboard window smashed into the head of the people, good people are the first to sacrifice. Those who you notice running in the front of life may have abandoned the true goodness of human beings and replaced it with how to better cater to the world, how to meet the needs of the role, how to be comfortable, how to jump and jump to the top. The reality of nakedness is everywhere, and some people are so naked that they try to embrace and soothe with their flesh, and some people are cloaked in thorns, looking and cautious. We have the same bleak grey shore in front of us, and you want to be carried away by positive-minded people. The body is fused, the soul still walks alone, you taste the wine, and your tears and heartbeat coincide. Time does not blink and never cares about your loss and pain for a moment. Time never stops, and you are like a dull star in the universe that may have shone once. The summer days in Sydney were accompanied by wind and rain, and happiness was interspersed with some parts of the exchange. The more people become obsessed with delusions, the easier it is to get happiness, and the harder it is to achieve it. We finally do not want to admit the cruelty of reality, in doing are witnesses, and we choose to be silent, choose the glazed round trip. There is no way to foresee the day when we become dust, people say that we are reincarnated into the century to start over again, but how to raise new sails in the battered spiritual world? How to press the pause button on the passing obsession? Cut off this useless brain?
