The years are no longer gentle and have covered my once-black hair. Finally, the city of Shanghai and I shook hands and made peace, ending our mutual torture. I decided to spend my later years in a remote village in Shaanxi that held my secrets and memories.
This unshakable decision had been made since I walked out of the mountain, but it was delayed for thirty years because of my promise to "continue to live happily".
Survive, I did. But happiness... I can only say that I try my best.
At fifty-three years old, I always do something regardless of the consequences. In fact, I did a lot of reckless things when I was young, but someone had to bear the consequences for me. Someone had to pay the price for my youthful frivolity.
Unfortunately, it was not until later that I realized how irresponsible I was to be solitary and brave at all costs. But it was too late, fate had placed all the consequences in front of me, and I finally woke up.
I sighed and looked at the mountains entangled with clouds and mist in the distance.
No one is young anymore, only it will never grow old.
Close your eyes, everything is vivid in your mind, as if it was yesterday.
Purpose: Someone has to bear the price of youth and frivolity