Orphaned Woman and Widowed Man

My left foot is stepping on the void, and my right foot is stepping on the solid aimlessly shuttle between them I like virtuality because it is comforting I have to accept reality because it exists My virtuality is real, because it also exists It's in my mind, it's my life I love Xu, Xu also loves me The child we gave birth to is called Confession It's my positive side and my negative side I hope when my matches run out My face is also peaceful When leaving, remember to put your luggage down and don't take anything with you Close your eyes and disappear with my emptiness and confession My name is The Escapist Traveler... This poem may not be eye-catching, But it is the most appropriate true portrayal of this story. An ordinary man in an ordinary city, After experiencing extraordinary emotional ups and downs, How should he face this world that no longer belongs to him? An ordinary man, an extraordinary life...