When the Clouds Part, the Sky Opens

I don't want this kind of life.

I don't want to be bound. I feel so stifled.

I've lost track of how long I've been imprisoned. The days pass in a daze, and I'm muddled and numb.

Deep down, I still believe that A Gui isn't dead. That belief has kept me going until now.

I miss him so much. I haven't seen him in a very long time.

I don't know where he is. I don't know if he's doing well.

I don't know if he has clothes to wear when it gets cold, or a bowl of hot porridge when he's hungry.

I used to depend on him like a newborn baby.

He is the closest person to me in this world. I'm grateful to him for making sure I have no regrets about the first half of my life.