Life is brief， and then you die， you know？

I have to say to myself that some birds aren't very close. Their feathers are just too bright. When they fly away, you know it's a sin to lock them up, and you'll be inspired by them. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I think I really miss my friends.

I don't think I'm a writer who's interested in answers. I'm interested in questions.

解析：善恶由心生，非由外物定。