Time is still rushing towards the future. We are swaying and struggling in our respective boats, holding on to the side of the boat with both hands to steady ourselves, hoping to see the figure on the shore, gradually shrinking to a point, and then disappearing. There is nothing we can do, even if we are already in tears. So please close your eyes, force out the last drop of tears, and turn around to steer the ship. We won't see each other again for a long time. I wish you good health, peace and joy forever.