This Wild History Is Too Wild

Only when the words and poems are exhausted can we realize that our talents are sparse and our learning is shallow. It is natural that a rising tide lifts all boats. Thinking about life is boring, cherishing the present moment. Now that I have a chance to live again, it's up to me... Eh? Where is this? What, you guys? Did you all show up together? Ah? This, this history is too wild.