Life is like an unrehearsed stage play, and it doesn't matter where it goes. There is no time to regret yesterday, today will be over. Where will we be tomorrow, and what love-hate separation will happen? Every day is different. I always want to leave something behind and tell myself about the trajectory of the past, which may be heartbreaking, pitiful, ecstatic, or calm and silent... This is our mess and our wandering.