"Death" is the void of beauty.
What are you talking about when we're talking about death?
Speaking of "death" in the context of society seems prohibited and inconsistent with current social ethics and norms. Social civilization demands that we be "born" and better "born". So, is death the opposite or the opposite of being born?
"Death" is not the opposite of "birth", and there is no struggle between the two, which kills the other. The two are like two points in the middle of a circle, knowing each other but not meeting each other. One day, when life meets death, they say, "Oh, you're here."
"Breath" and "death" are dependent on the same body, living side by side, and exist for each other. When "birth" exists, it speaks of "death", and "death" has meaning; "death" appears, and "birth" survives in a new way, called "new life" or "rebirth".
About my death
Do I ever die? I died.
Because I'm "new," and I'm "new."
I once admired the beauty of "death", the beauty of "death", the beauty of "death", the beauty of "death", the beauty of death, the beauty of death, the beauty of death. I once wanted to try "Death" to suppress the unsuspecting soul. I thought of death when my life was gray and I couldn't see the meaning of it; I thought of death when I was drawn to a static, condensed, permanent state after the act of "death"; I feared old age, even the wrinkles on my face, the absence of a viable body, and I still thought of death.
In the years of Mingjie, Japan, a young woman committed suicide by jumping from the falls. She is not lost in love or boredom, ill or desperate, simply because she feels too beautiful in her youth to know what to do after her loss. So she chose to die like cherry blossoms in the best years. This is the "death" of fear of loss, the beauty of fear of loss, which is reflected in the poetry of Guangcheng
"You don't want to plant flowers.
You said
I don't want to see it.
A bit of a fall.
Yes.
To avoid the end.
You've avoided everything."
Everything is a fear that beautiful and beautiful things like flowers will disappear.
Seeking death? I like the fact that too many writers have taken the initiative to seek the end of their lives, and that once the terms "rail track" and "sweed stockings" have become so depressing to me. The male and female masters of Watanabe sought extreme double deaths, dying at the height of their bodies, as if "living" had stopped at that moment, and "living" and "death" had begun to recycle in both directions.
III. The void of the beauty of death
Death is beautiful. Here, the beauty of "death" is not the same as the synonyms of "destruction", "darkness", which is a "silent", "condensed" and "permanent". The beauty of this place has kept you from moving. The beauty of "death" is the death itself, and it does not exist outside of its own existence.
Death is nothing. What's "no"?
It is an all-embracing existence, the absolute existence of supermatters, a vacuum of imagination and fantasy, an ideal kingdom of spirit, and the fate of the universe.
I like the term "innocent", just as I myself have a sense of calm and alienation.
In peace, I can burn, warm, and burst into the void of death.
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