Luo Fanchen, Who Are You?

Luo Fanchen has passed his forties, but the confusion in his heart has not diminished at all. It was late at night, and he sat alone in front of the window, staring at the deep night sky in ecstasy. He looked very deep, as if he was thinking about something, but in fact, he was thinking about nothing. This was a bit embarrassing, so he tried hard to force himself to think of something? Maybe it was because he didn't know much, or maybe he was really no longer confused. After trying hard for a long time, he couldn't think of a starting point for the question. It was better to just sit there blankly. The night was extremely quiet, everything was silent. A few sparse and lonely stars in the night sky blinked occasionally, looking sleepy, as if the whole world was boring! "Who are you? Why do you live? Where do you come from? Where are you going?" A voice came from nowhere. This voice seemed to come from the extremely distant starry sky, and also seemed to come from a very ancient past, too far away to be judged, and too ancient to be believed. A shooting star streaked across the night sky. He asked the shooting star the same question, but the shooting star disappeared into the darkness before he could answer. The starry sky is still the same starry sky, as if nothing happened, maybe nothing happened in the first place!