We are all passers-by in the world, passing through mountains and seas, passing by the world, meeting each other, and ultimately becoming strangers.
Half of my life has been troubled, covered with dust, the people I loved have been separated, the things I have been obsessed with have failed, and the hot heart has slowly cooled down. Those passing mornings and dusk, the deep-seated joys and sorrows, are just a speck of ups and downs in the long river of time. Only when you reach the end of the journey will you understand that all the thousands of scenery in the world are just passing by, and all kinds of deep feelings will eventually become passers-by.
I was alone when I came and I was alone when I left. I have been in this world before, that's all.
