Whenever I look up and see the goshawk soaring away, its chirping of freedom resounding across the sky, I can't help but smile, even if wrinkles have covered my face and snaked through my heart.
Seventy-six years of spring and autumn, the rise and fall of three dynasties, the long river of time has always flowed, but I have stood at the end of my life. The great love and hate in this life have gone far away, so far away that I am in a trance. Sometimes I doubt its reality, but when I close my eyes, those past are as clear as before. His warm smile standing in the sunshine with flying catkins, I know this is the wealth left to me by memory.
There are also those who have passed away, the people I have loved and hated, maybe they are like catkins, floating to the place they yearn for in a different way, with the wind and rain, that is the real freedom. And I have been afraid of loneliness since I was a child, but in the end, I am still alone.
I don't know whether our life is a tragedy or a comedy, but I believe that as time goes by, we will get the most fair judgment...