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Let the warehouse explode. Why torture my dignity?

Like all travelers who ride on dreams, let the sun bury me.

From tomorrow, I will no longer have any desires.

Take good care of the people you meet and the people around you. May they be happy.

From tomorrow, I will no longer ask about the future.

I will listen to the whispers of every flower and the trembling of leaves.

From tomorrow, I will let go of the struggles of the past.

Let life slowly pass away in the alternation of the four seasons.

Make peace with loneliness.

I will turn into a wisp of smoke.

Go away with the wind. No expectations. No hope.

In a beautiful monologue in the world, turn into a drop of water and fall into the ocean.

From tomorrow, I will no longer be me.

Just the faintest starlight in the night sky.

Forgotten by the world, slowly settling in loneliness.

All struggles are in vain.

I respond to the journey without asking for a return date with silence.

From tomorrow, I will no longer be me.

My name gradually blurs in the crowd.

I sit down on the edge of time and watch quietly.

Desire no longer clings. Emotions are no longer entangled

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