The world is home, but the world is not my home.
It has been two years since I left you. In the past two years, I have been boating on the river and drinking wine under the trees. One person, it seems nothing. I will still be happy or sad. When you are sick, you go to the hospital to see a doctor. When you are cold, you pull some pieces of cloth. Then you sit on the boat, make new clothes, and go to distant places with the flow of the river...
It's really nothing, it's just that I no longer have anyone to accompany me through the suffering and enjoy the joy with me.
Intention: loneliness