The moonlight in front of the window is as clear and quiet as water. You turn out all the lights and sink yourself deep into the shadows of the sofa. On the table, a cup of bitter coffee is filled with mist and strong aroma. In my ears, the tenderness of jazz and blues flows slowly, with sadness and melancholy.
Your heart, in an instant, begins to burst until it falls into the bottom of darkness. So, the past vicissitudes of life, the past pain and separation. . . Scenes like the wings of night, gently passing through your mind.
Once upon a time, you firmly believed that you had conquered the steep mountains and crossed the deep ravines - whether it was suffering or difficulty, you had gone through it and buried it all in your heart. The road ahead is already smooth, allowing you to gallop and have fun - but unexpectedly, at that moment, when you are deeply immersed in the endless sadness of jazz and blues, you can no longer escape. You find that you are in touch with your true self. . .
——Presumably, everyone has had such a mental journey. We came naked and we will go naked. We cannot take away a single trace of the prosperity of this floating world.
So at this moment, please let your mind fly and wander with me! Perhaps inadvertently, you suddenly caught a glimpse of yourself from many years ago. . .