"No one can resist the ravages of time. Even if you live forever, you will still be tortured by illness."
"Destiny plays tricks on people. A good ending is waiting for us, and it laughs at us as we experience joy and walk toward death."
The dying old man was lying on the hospital bed, his long gray beard covered by old sheets, his pale yellow eyes staring at the sky, his calmness about his fate made him look so powerless.
"It always knows that we will die, and it will know when our death is near."
The voice was so dry and low, as if sandpaper had been rubbed on rusty iron, making even one's breathing seem heavy.
"I wish I could forget everything and live my whole life again."