Fireworks at Three O'clock in the Morning

I was young, frivolous and reckless, and I looked down upon death. She thought of this sentence she had read somewhere. At that time, she thought that being brave meant being fearless. Now I understand that true bravery is knowing that life is trivial and the road ahead is difficult, but still choosing to love and persist, choosing to cook a bowl of noodles for the one you love at three in the morning and hiding an omelette at the bottom of the bowl.