The splendor of the world is disappearing into the clouds, and I stand between the prosperity and the desolation.
We live without a choice, and similarly all survival in the world is without a choice.
Others always say that we are happy, but our smiles are buried by time, age or other factors.
You will find that the closer we are to reality, the farther we are from ourselves.
What we have been looking forward to, pursuing, passionate and disappointed is nothing but a lasting disillusionment.
Maybe you are like me, always asking questions so persistently, to the ancients, to heaven and earth, to friends, and to people who are as helpless as us. Where is the road? Why is my life so desolate?