One more year added.

Before the year ends, I should write something, say something.

Flipping through the words I wrote last year, the year before,

The sky wasn’t light yet,

Holding the heater, soaking in the alluring morning bustle,

Opened the phone’s notepad and wrote a few lines,

Grabbed my luggage and headed out the door.

Handing myself over to the busy rush,

Used to the feeling of being crushed by pressure every day,

Enjoying a life of wild thrill,

Actually, I’m quite a stranger to this city,

Yet I keep feeling I’ve truly lived in this city,

Memory holds illusions,

And what you get is a sense of security?

All just bullshit now,

Life and survival always keep a sense of distance.

Haven’t we already been living really, really, really seriously?

This year I met some people,

Some people don’t understand this truth,

The truly wise are all sincere people,

I’m so lucky, those lovely people,

Still, I want to thank you—thank you for accompanying me.

I caught a glimpse of stillness, of tenderness,

We’re still walking the road of finding ourselves,

Seeking affirmation amid confusion,

Seeking certainty in uncertainty,

Seeking a compass without a direction,

This world, in the end, must be seen by yourself.

See you all next year.

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