With all the fatigue and pain all over me, I hid in my residence and lived in seclusion, letting fate invade my soul. However, even like this, I can't live in peace. Tiredness and pain caused me to turn gray prematurely.
The wall clock on the wall had stopped swinging and was covered with thick dust. I picked up the chicken feathers and Zen, and the sky was full of loneliness, emptiness and desolate years. After calming down, there was only loneliness lingering around the beam, and no other sounds could be heard.
When I was free, I missed my previous writing and thought that this was the path of my life. As a result, we fell into a dilemma: walking in the weight of others' majesty and emptiness. However, even this kind of predicament is not something I first encountered. I am just walking in a predicament that others have had. However, this makes me very happy, and at the same time, very annoyed: there is a road to be walked, but there is no own way to walk.
I think there should be a path to take, a new path of my own.
In the new life, I will use words to compile a song that never despairs, as the swan song of life, to regain the ignorant youth wasted in forgetfulness.