Back to the End of Time

We are all waiting for a "Godot" that may never come. In this long process, Pozzo has become blind, Lucky has become mute, and we have watched our worldview collapse: Money will depreciate, buildings will collapse, and the body will rot... Everything is as fragile as bubbles, destined to be swallowed up by meaninglessness. Is life destined to be a tragedy filled with nothingness? Maybe not. Perhaps, only the current love has absolute value. It does not fade with time and is not defeated by fate. This may be our only salvation in this absurd world. People often say that time is a one-way straight line with a beginning and an end. But at the end of time, I saw the midsummer of seventeen years old.