I definately sure I will meet numberiums of souls in the Taimiao . However I don’t feel small when I stand under the giant wood . even no fear or anxiouty . Why ? You absoulute will ask me for reason . Becauce I just I , the unique bridge between the dead and the living .
It’s seems the dust is a profound guy . Red wall always silent , not because of boring , it just want to keep the secret . I ponder for it for a long time . Be a King or not be . this is a question .
The soul in this world has it own orbital , we couldn’t change . We need to make a dicsion , or be simple —— respect . This is the core regular of nowadays’ world and ancient society .
Time is a wonderful compound . We have memory to help us exist forever , until the death of sun . So that mean the spirit like a stream , don’t have ending point in the silent building .