Disease often comes with a smiling face.
The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.
A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
Wherever I go, I run into myself.
Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.