In the long river of destiny, we are all humble swimming fish. I was inadvertently pushed to the beach by the river waves. I struggled to writhe in the hope of getting a sip of water, even just a small drop of water.
We are hovering on the edge of life and death. Happiness always seems so close, but yet so far. We can reach out but cannot reach it.
If the end of everyone's life is a farewell, then why do we need to meet again?