Chapter 21 don't lift the curtain

don't lift the curtain Don't lift the curtain: oh, people don't care It's called life, though it doesn't paint the truth; It's just a random smear of color Things that imitate our will—and wish And fear, twin fate, hides behind, Illusions are constantly woven into the deep cave. Someone once, I know, uncovered it— He wants to find what to pin his love, But can't find it.And there is nothing in the world The real image can move his heart slightly. So he wandered among indifferent crowds, Be a light in the shadows, a speck of light Falling on a gloomy landscape, also a spirit

Pursue the truth, but sigh like a "preacher". 1818 Translated by Cha Liangzheng