Time may always be so stingy, and what we have always passes away in the palm of our hands like quicksand. Time is always so generous. Slowly, what we expect will eventually be given by time. All we can do is to find our own foothold in the flywheel of time, so that we will not be swept away by time and submerged in the mortal world.
We live in a vast universe, surrounded by cosmic dust and galactic light dust floating all over the sky. We are existences even smaller than these. You don't know when life suddenly changes direction and falls into darkness as thick as ink. You are dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you are pulled close to the grave by disease, you are trampled to pieces by frustration, you are laughed at, ridiculed, hated, resented, and abandoned. But we always retain hope in our hearts and a beating heart that is unwilling to give up. We are still making small efforts despite great despair. This feeling of not wanting to give up, they become little stars in the boundless darkness. We are all little stars.
