This is the fragment I wrote a few months ago, but I know I can't continue writing it now, even though I still clearly remember the moment I opened my eyes, the first dazzling morning light, the tear that didn't fall, and the helpless sigh in my heart: I hope everything will stay like this forever.
I just read "The Legend of Wukong" and saw the monkey saying to the squirrel: "I don't know why I should be sad because of loss, why I should worry about the short time. I want to find that power, let all lives transcend boundaries, let all flowers bloom on the earth at the same time. Let those who want to fly be able to fly freely, and let everyone and what they like be together forever."
I don't have that power, I can only fly freely in my dreams. Loneliness is such a bright mirror: in front of it, you can only take off the mask of laughter and reveal your original hesitant face.
Perhaps only God has such power, so Dante praised at the end of "The Divine Comedy": It is love that moves the sun and moves the stars. The Yancy in my heart can't be Dante's Bayard, so I can't be Dante either.
So, I'm just me.