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We have to admit that we are always living in an endless cycle of longing and disappointment, and if there is a good result after the longing, we will be satisfied. However, life is not a calm lake, but a river with surging undercurrents. It will pass through mountains, deep valleys, plains, and finally reach the sea, a more turbulent place. I admit that I am a pessimist, but I will still seize the last bit of light and try to live, even though I am not sure whether this light belongs to me.