When can I stop my longing for freedom and my unrestrained life? These years have suddenly seemed like a dream.
No more relatives, no more friends, no more thoughts. I have a light black backpack and a violin of my own. Then I go hiking, travel, see the mountains, the sea, and every strange place. No more fantasy. No more melancholy. I know. I will get what I want.
Bury the memory. You can set sail tomorrow. No longer stubborn. No more hesitant. No more listening to sad songs. Don't care about people's eyes. Don't care whether people are hungry. Break free from the shackles and ties of dreams and ideals. That's it.
Deliberately seek guidance. Only after taking different paths to reach the same destination will you realize that there is a road called no direction.
Allah, may you take back all the tears in my eyes, just like you took back the smile that suddenly stopped.
The perfect interpretation of going from being unruly to starting to believe in fate. I call it Ku Rong.
------Jin Yu.