where ignorance is bliss , ti 's folly to be wise
It's hard to be confused in life. Maybe today is a game and tomorrow is a dream. Standing at the bridge of the ferry, the travelers, the stories of coming and going, the people who care about, and the people who are distracted are still a few. Some are always wiping their shoulders in a moment, some are always passing through the clouds, and what they grasp in the palm of their hand is the tail of running water.