My days dripped into the stream of time, after the ripples, traceless, forgotten. All those who have seen through are relieved, the rest suffer in the whirlpool of time and continue to find the meaning of existence. I just ask to be able to borrow a little from you, but even sympathy is not given. The lesson you taught me, deeply imprinted in my memory. With the life you pushed me to, after ten forevers I notice it's not what I wondered. Life is a barren ferry, even we are the passers-by. In the end, we wander around the world, lingering in the mundane, but with a lonely nature and unrestrained, waiting for the end of the day, the sharp teeth of time will gnaw everything.