Without reason, without explanation, and without the need for others' understanding. Truly, only one understands oneself.
Do one's own duty well, without needing to care about others' opinions. There is no need to explain to the world why one does this or that; the most important thing is to be true to heaven, earth, and one's conscience. If questioned, one can answer with a clear conscience: I have not wronged anyone.
Once born into this world, a person is supposed to bear all manner of burdens; perhaps this is what responsibility means. Although there are times of great pain, bitterness, and grievance, one cannot easily speak them out, nor can one show weakness or fragility. When facing a task, if it can be done, strive to make it better; if not, then learn, create, for few things can truly defeat a person. Because you are human, you possess wisdom and the capacity to learn. When tired, when in pain, grit your teeth and persist, for the responsibility you must shoulder!
Thinking back on the torment of these past few years, what was it all for? It was for life! Life should be exactly like this, full of joys and sorrows, reunions and partings, rich and colorful.
It is night, and I do not know if the bright moon hangs in the sky outside. I truly enjoy being alone, especially at night, bathed in the soft moonlight. It can bring a thread of clarity and a touch of lightness to the heart. Sitting indoors, I drape myself in a thick layer of sorrow. Together with this night that knows neither fatigue nor emotion, I am lonely and melancholic together! My heart aches so much that I forgot to turn on the fan. Sweat slides down, substituting for my less developed tear ducts, occasionally sliding past the corner of my mouth. Is it sweat, or is it tears?
Glancing to the side, I am not entirely alone; at least, there is him. Shadow, you have worked hard these years. Let us lift our heads! Together, let us look out the window and imagine that waning moon in the sky. The streetlights remain dim, and the dark clouds actually highlight their value. Sigh, why is it that people only realize how much they care about everything only after they have lost it? Is this human nature, always challenging the truth, betting something very precious until one loses it, only to realize that the moment one started the challenge, one had already lost?
Holding your hand, growing old together. How wonderful a expectation this was, yet now it is like scattered flowers on the ground, faded and gone.
The ends of the earth, until the sky meets the ground. A scenario that makes people envious, but in the end, it is just a dream, ethereal and elusive.
