My eyes are covered
Deeply blinded by my conceit!
I was blinded by the vanity of my past;
I am blinded by the present praise;
I was blinded by the world around me.
My eyes were blinded and I couldn't see clearly everything around me, let alone my goal.
And my instinct seems to be to remind me of this, to find a target forcefully,
I think maybe this is what is called lost, right?
Remember?
What were those initial holdings, beliefs, and pursuits?
For the past
I always miss, regret, and deny;
for now
But I always keep squandering;
And for the future
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In the end, what will I leave behind?
Life will give me all the answers...
Intention: