What I regret most in this life is my identity.
I am a national teacher.
Turning your hands becomes clouds, turning your hands becomes rain, but you can't help it.
Dare to speak, dare to be angry, dare to speak and dare to do, but cannot love.
The silver mask covers my joy, my sorrow, my helplessness, my pity, and all my human emotions;
The square-inch altar traps my hands, my heart, my freedom, my future, and all my desires as a human being;
When my black hair fades into silver hair, will I still have time to make the appointment I made many years ago?
When all my thoughts turn into dust, can I still hear your lingering call?
Even if the sky turns to gray, I will still remember this sigh
With you,
It is the greatest blessing in my life.