Heaven whether wine

I noticed that your pale and stiff hands and the fingers you used to be familiar with had been stretched calmly. The yellow color smoked by smoke in your fingers left a touch of warmth in the world. You said, you tried to quit for many times, but it didn’t work. It was empty, like losing something. Why did you force yourself to do something? You said that because of this, you were always at home, so you had to swallow that kind of depression in no one. Living is a kind of casual yearning. It’s just a passer who comes and goes without taking anything. It’s too tired in the secular world. I can understand that in the years of confusion, it’s far from what the world says and despises some things, the stubbornness and hypocrisy left in the bones made many doubts come one after another, and when they couldn’t bear the most, they would get rid of themselves in the empty drunkenness. You said, drinking is actually easy to hurt your body. Recently, you cough badly. When I scolded you, your head nodded like garlic. But when I turned around, you secretly repeated the familiar movements, you can’t take your body seriously any more. I have found several times in the surging crowd that your thinness is extremely different from the society, which makes me suddenly think of the fallen leaves trembling in the cold wind. Every time I get together with friends, I never see you move your chopsticks and try your best to get through the wine. Is the floating nothingness really so tempting to you? You left in the mundane trivial words, and suddenly even I couldn’t believe it. Seeing your quiet eyes closed and the relief that I had never seen before, I wiped away the tears flowing from my heart, send blessings far away! Just, is there any wine in heaven?

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