Time flies like an arrow, and the years swiftly flow
Like a river’s rushing current, where do they go?
Brief
Hello,stranger.In the blink of an eye, twenty-four years have gone by, yet I have accomplished nothing. The weight of various pressures bears down on me, and I don’t know what to say at this moment. Like many ordinary people, I feel like I’ve achieved nothing. I often ponder the meaning of life, but I realize that my current life is quite terrible. It’s hard enough just to make a living, let alone find meaning. The bird of freedom is trapped in a cage, and I don’t know when it will ever break free. Some people are willing to sacrifice their freedom to survive, but I want to say: Life is born free, and without freedom, living loses its meaning.
Struggle
I am trying to not let it happen,but I can’t make a 100% promise,I am will struggle until can’t bear any more.If,I mean if misfortune arrives earlier than I expect, following words will be my final message.
Reason
People leave for all sorts of reasons—some out of despair, some to escape, and some are forced or unfortunate. But as for me, which one is it? I’m not sure. Perhaps it’s a bit of all of them.
When I left
I once kept a journal, and I wrote: “I am a resident of a blue planet in a small galaxy located in a remote galaxy cluster on the edge of the universe.” Humanity is but a tiny speck in the vastness of the cosmos, and in the blink of an eye, everything fades away into nothingness. So please, forget me—just an unknown, insignificant person. After I’m gone, don’t set up a gravestone; no preparations are needed. I’m serious—no other requests. My only wish is for part of my ashes to be scattered in the sea and the rest to be planted beneath a cherry tree.
People say that a person dies three times: the first is when their brain dies, the second is when they experience social death, and the third is when everyone who remembers them is gone. That’s when someone truly passes away. I don’t want any of you to feel sad or grieve over this. If it’s too hard not to be sad, then please, do your best to forget me. I’m grateful for all the companionship along the way, especially to my parents—thank you for giving me life. I bow to you!
If, in the end, my mental defenses collapse, please forgive my actions. Farewell, my friends!
