Notes from a Monk's Diary

Tens of thousands of years have passed since I went from mortal to immortal, and my lifespan is still so vibrant and never exhausted! All my family and friends have left I don't know what the meaning of my existence is? I am very lonely, I don't have any friends, and my relatives have already left. I often feel alone in a daze. If I could practice immortality all over again, would I still be so lonely? It wasn't until I accidentally cleaned a cave treasure that only belonged to me and dug out the thick yellowed diary that I suddenly remembered that when I was a young monk, I still had the habit of writing a diary. I found a corner at random, opened the diary, and my thoughts fell into a long memory...