Even if I write a thousand words, I don't expect you to understand. This story is so annoying. You want me to talk about death, about my once-in-a-lifetime promise in the end. You say that I live too seriously and too competitively, but I used to be afraid that I would make casual choices about what I should give in return if I encountered true dedication. You don't know how close we are to death, just as you don't know how close we are to reunion and happiness. So what if I keep it, you can't hold it back anymore. Why do you follow the crowd? Why don't you choose what you want? You don't reach out to grab it, you don't waste sleep and food to search for it, you search for it regardless of everything, you wait for a brave destiny, but you are washed to pieces in the river of life, how do you carry it?
How do you tell me to beat myself into loose sand and knead myself into gravel with a low profile in the river of destiny, just to chase the opportunity to follow the wave with you. You will laugh and ask me if this is right? But you are still following the wave. And I know that crushing myself is the answer. Life has an end. Before death takes me away, even if everything I have can't get a better ending, I finally go to you. Even if I don't get it, I have no complaints. Do you understand?