Everyone should write a will in advance, because life can end at any moment.
Even when paths intersect, they eventually lead to different destinations. I met Sheng Sheng in Lhasa; we were both reserved and introverted. Yet, we confirmed with each other that we could begin this journey, exchanging our inner memories. It was an intuition.
My heart has been restless lately, pulled by an unknown force. I want to know its ultimate intention. It is like someone suddenly grabbing my arm in a crowd and pulling me in an unknown direction. Conflicting ideas struggle within me—why is it so, and can they be forcibly balanced? Sometimes, the sensation of pain remains vivid.
I will not complain about anyone or anything, for I am free; no one or nothing can ever bind me again.
Algae like silk, sunlight streaming down. I bare my heart as I pass by you.
When feeling sad or lonely, the only place I want to return to is my home. — "Years of Splendor"
In life, things often suddenly lose their support, like a mirage—a grand spectacle that vanishes in an instant. — Anni Baby, "Lycoris"
Novels are thrilling because they build a magnificent stage with lights and characters, mystical and brilliant; the author themselves is an actor. Chanting is like a person standing in a corner, a spotlight shining on them, speaking until they are no longer sure if they are talking to others or to themselves. — Anni Baby, "Years of Splendor"
What is happiness? Perhaps the act of contemplating this question is no longer happiness itself. — Anni Baby, "August Unfinished"
"Do you love him?" I said. "No, it is not him I want to love."
