Cruel reality repeatedly tears through my passion. I am like a clumsy dancer, stumbling alone in my own world as everything slips away, leaving me isolated in a corner, my eyes vacant and devoid of longing, quietly departing this world in solitude.
To face reality, whether it be work, marriage, or the complexities of life, one must respond pragmatically. Avoid excessive idle thoughts; instead, take action and focus on grasping the present life and work.
In my writing, I simply describe the reality I see. I am busy every day, writing scripts and conducting business. I accept reality while working tirelessly. My mood is good. Common sense suggests that when a person holds a dream, makes a plan, and watches that dream slowly become reality through struggle, they should at least be more spirited and optimistic—so why do some say I am decadent? —Shi Kang
Flowers wither in the passing years, and the heart aches... I try to listen to your encounters with a smile, only to find that pain fills the world; and the stories you crushed—you still owe me an ending... Looking back at the past, everything is like a dream; it seems trace-less, yet it cannot be dispelled.
No matter how blurred dreams may be, they always lurk in our hearts, keeping our minds from ever finding peace until they become reality; like seeds underground, they must sprout, grow, and reach towards the light. —Lin Yutang
Sadness flows like a river, spreading through my past and eroding the years gone by. October is no longer October, but a month of sorrow. Vision blurs, and memories fade. This October, I have yet to find that long-lost joy, finding only more sorrow instead.
I dream that one day, when I can no longer dream, my tombstone will bear these words: "Here lies a person who was dedicated to helping others achieve success and perfection; he has helped over a hundred million people." —Zou Jinhong
