I don't know why.
Just to see you again, those faces, figures, so familiar, so far away.
It's been such a long time.
But how was it be like that in the first place?
Care you so so much, cry for you, scream for you, spend so so much time for you.
Even more rigid than habit. I would consciously think of you every day.
How would that be, and what did I ever gain, do I ever get improved?
Would the bullet shot 3 years ago, come right in front of my eyebrow?
How is this everything happened?
How is it like this?

I'm like floating.
Entertaining would be seen as self-indulgence, happy at the time, blaming myself for a long time.
Where's the vision?

所谓人生的快乐，应该是由不变的心来承载的。适当的放弃，其实是一种优雅的人生转折。人常常因为欲望太多，满足太少而痛苦。人生的修行，很大程度上就是欲望。The so-called happiness of life should be carried by an unchanging heart. Giving up properly is actually an elegant turning point in life. People often suffer from too much desire and too little satisfaction. The practice of life is, to a great extent, desire.

当第一次霜冻来临时，他受到了祝福，露水变成了霜。他很耐寒，他的衣服随时可以御寒。寒风呼啸，枯叶飘零，他不能少福。他身体健康，远离病痛，一次次快乐。When the first frost came, he was blessed and the dew turned into frost. He is cold-resistant, and his clothes can keep out the cold at any time. The cold wind roared and the dead leaves fell, so he couldn't be less blessed. He is healthy, away from illness and happy again and again.