In the boundless universe, I am the only one. Time and space revolve around me, yet have nothing to do with me. The river of history will bear no trace of my footsteps, and my figure will not appear in the canvas of the future. I stand at the center of the universe, yet seem to be adrift in endless nothingness.
Loneliness is my companion, and the bright moon is the one I confide in. I compose poems for it, filling every line with my solitude. Beneath the silent night sky, my poetry flows into a song without sound, heard only by me in the depths of the universe.
Clear wine is my confidant. I pour my loneliness into the cup, and my song rises with the wine. Its lyrics reveal the sorrow in my heart, every line a profound understanding of solitude. In this quiet moment, I keep company with clear wine, and we lose ourselves together in the melody of loneliness.
I gaze at the stars scattered across the cosmos, pondering the mysteries of the universe, only to feel an even deeper solitude in my thoughts. My mind surges like the tide, yet cannot break through the prison of loneliness. Neither the vastness of the cosmos nor the depths of thought can fill the emptiness in my heart.
True loneliness is the state of walking alone. I tread alone at the end of time and space, my journey steeped in solitude. It seems the universe has utterly forgotten my existence. I have become the very embodiment of loneliness, crossing the edge of the cosmos to face the boundless void.
In this lonely universe, I keep walking, perhaps searching for an answer of my own, or perhaps simply wandering through endless solitude. Whatever the case, I will carry the banner of loneliness and continue to sail alone across the vastness of the universe.
