Chapter 277: 368 chapters, Walking with Love Twelve

368 chapters, Walking with Love Twelve

368 chapters, Walking with Love Twelve

(I want to say a few words to friends while writing a novel)

「Trembling, lofty flower branches sway, scattering chaotic, fallen red petals fill the path………」 I await the sunshine, carrying devout reverence for happiness, and joining the morning birds' joyous song, I finally stepped into the crowd.

God cast me into the ranks of failures; I am forever a loser. I cannot win against anyone, not even myself.

I am a beggar.

All my savings are my ever-declining life. Now I don't know if this ever-declining life of mine can still reshape a new self-image? For this, I stake everything I have, I want to win through failure!

Outside the window, flower shadows sway in the wind, flying fluff hazy, fallen red petals fill the path. Spring and the petals are being gradually diminished by time, piece by piece.

Is this life a matter of addition, or subtraction?

Before me these flowers and leaves, this beauty—who can hold onto it? And at this moment, my mind is a blank expanse――――

I have no words, no poetry.

The flowers before me are constantly blooming, and also constantly falling.

Going west out of Yangguan, ah,

No old friends remain.

Please don't sigh.

Those fallen flowers

Will still bloom.

And once the flowers have bloomed

Will still fall.

Flowers bloom, flowers fall.

It is the helplessness of the four seasons.

Or perhaps just follow the crowd onward.

Until the end of life.

Let this fragile heart

Try to forget

……………………

The Classic of Poetry person says, even the longest encounter will end the same…….

I am waiting, waiting for fate's new arrangement for me. Friend, ah, my drifting life, I dedicate to you only a few lines of tearful text…….

(Please don't leave, I still have more to say――――Wishing you friend good luck every day, every day a good mood!)\