Floating feast

Its life is like floating, its death is like resting.This truth has been said thousands of times since ancient times, and it is only now that it is truly understood.The world cannot be tossed, and the world cannot be forgotten.If you cross me to become a Buddha, Nirvana becomes a demon.If you wait for me to become a soul, the past will be wasted.What is love and what is hate, after all, it is just a snap of the fingers, a floating dream. ◇Short story waste slag practice pen ◇ Typo dog first occupy a pit