He crossed his arms and looked at the thin figure on the playground. He kept coming and going in a hurry. The biting wind in December could not slow down the man's pace.
Presumably, the face still had crooked eyebrows and eyes, with a calm expression, unafraid of the outside world, and no longer panicked. Difficulties of any situation turned pale in front of him. From the beginning to the end, he never spared a smile, and bore everything with gentleness and tenacity, without saying a word, neither humble nor arrogant.
There are two realms in life, one is to be in pain without speaking, and the other is to laugh without speaking. It happens that he has both of these, but unfortunately he has both.
Destiny is so powerful that it cannot be resisted or changed, but it makes people defeated. Who would know that they have this identity? I originally thought that as long as I didn't admit defeat, I would become stronger, but unexpectedly, life is not tennis. No matter how hard the process is, it is all about enjoyment. Even if you go through wind and rain, you will never see a rainbow.
He thought of the masterpiece haiku written by the genius swordsman during the shogunate era: Can the darkness, flowers and water fade away if the body does not move. I can't remember anything else, I just remember this sentence, there are no birds, no floating clouds, just the emptiness and loneliness like an old movie suddenly going into slow motion, moving unhurriedly.
"Yukimura, the work is about to begin!"
"Well, let's go!"