They Stumbled Along the Way

Everyone is an island, and the bridge they long to connect is lost in the long river of time. They stumbled, struggled to survive, and moved forward with their dreams. They have great and warm power deep in their hearts, but there is no place for those wounded beauties. Yet, in the darkness, they began to awaken. They hold on to the hope in their hearts and maintain the dignity of humanity through words and culture. They describe their souls through the tip of their pens and express their emotions through the vicissitudes of time. They long to use words to awaken sleeping consciences and recast a better world. They tell their stories with magnetic voices and weave emotional networks with words. Or, they are those who drink from the wine glass alone, and their thoughts are as transparent and shallow as the liquid in the wine glass. They were drunkenly playing with the magic of fate. They roar loudly in lonely corners and talk quietly in the darkness of the night. They carry pain and sorrow, but they keep chasing the sunset. They are unyielding. They are walking on a glorious road. They use their lives to pursue free souls. They wandered between the world of darkness and light. They are the last ray of light in this cruel society. They, with poetry and musical notes, light up the warmth of humanity. They are always the ones who are injured but keep moving forward bravely.