I don't know who this letter is addressed to:
It snowed for several days in Toronto, and I stayed indoors for several days without going out. I don't know what to say, but I want to write a few random sentences. I was confused for a long time, not knowing where I was or what I was doing. I thought I would be happy. Really, I really thought so. However, I can't find myself. I have been dreaming a lot recently, dreaming about my mother, dreaming about my father, dreaming about my friends, and dreaming about him. Everyone is not happy, and I am not happy either. Sometimes I suddenly feel that I really did something wrong, that I was a bad boy through and through, but if I think more carefully about which step I did wrong, I will feel that what I did is justified. Hahaha, am I sick? Last night I climbed to the rooftop and the sky was gray. I couldn't hold it any longer and really wanted to see the stars.
——Gu Zishi
Purpose: We have all been lost, suffered, and gone through thousands of sailings. I hope we can all finally reconcile with ourselves.