Over the years, I have married a wife and had children, and have my own life, comfortable, happy, everything is just like that.
However, on this night shrouded in darkness, when you all fell asleep, I came to the glass window of the living room alone, overlooking the prosperous age of the entire city from the 27th floor, feeling a mixture of sadness and joy.
In the haze of smoke rings, memories slowly flashed back. My past includes happiness, pain, success, and loss. I can no longer remember their names in more than thirty years, but there are always some throbbing fragments that make it difficult to sleep.
I put on my coat and took out a piece of white paper and pen. Time cannot engrave our beauty, I can only use pen and ink to recall the smiles of Lantai.
The deceased will always be happy, just for eternity; the living should be happy, accompanied by sorrow and joy.