The time is fleeting. The moment arrives when all our armor is stripped away, demanding the courage to merge with it. Even if we lose the privilege of protection by the velvet cloth of illusion, we strive to cling to that fragile, illusory thread, walking a tightrope in the high air, believing that the source of our will is just and our support is firm. In a humble predicament, we might fall into the abyss at any moment, yet we appear to cross obstacles and move forward. This is not a journey of self-will but a destined route, one that cannot be postponed, avoided, or escaped after repeated deliberation. It is time for you to depart. Even if fear can shatter the heart, one must take that first step at this critical point. —Annie Baby 《The Spring Banquet》
We anticipate love, demand love, crave love, and rely on love. It is like trying to grasp a flowing drop of water, the speed of a passing wind, a fragile self, and shifting emotions. It is like catching flowers in the air or the moon in the water. This is a void that has long been destined. —Annie Baby 《The Spring Banquet》
When she left this city, she held the ticket that fate had handed her. It was a one-way ticket. Later, she remained in unfamiliar cities, vast and empty cities that, like caves, had no childhood and no memories. —Annie Baby 《And Let Us Remain》
In a certain moment, love can be a free passion; but within the long span of life, it is bound by such heavy constraints. —Annie Baby 《Farewell Wei An》