Chapter 282: 373 chapters, in the fine rain of dusk

373 chapters, in the fine rain of dusk...

373 chapters, in the fine rain of dusk…

――Walking with Love Seventeen

At this moment, I too am speechless, expressing silence toward the bustling world of carriages and horses, feeling sorrow for the large amount of time I have squandered; moreover, at this moment I am idly wasting time.

I don't know how to face it; my heart feels especially lonely.

The lonely heart seeks a support.

The dusk I am alone guarding is roughly similar to the dusk that the graceful Li Qingzhao guarded a thousand years ago.

At that time, Li Qingzhao faced the dusk's fine rain and openly expressed her feelings; whereas I, now facing the setting sun, am speechless.

Speechless, my heart grows dim; birds fly into the deep forest, and passersby on the road hurry home.

That graceful lyrical style makes me linger.

Is this called life? Is this called human existence? Is this called the process of life?

I doubt you—life!

Friends, while you strive for fame, wealth, power, and love, I am bitterly thinking about perfecting my own perfection.

I, a discarded child of the times, live in a virtual and illusory realm!

However, I will never abandon my original intention——

If I ever give up, I will lose the delight of the divine, even though I often endure the world's scorn!

I also often face the wall, facing dawn and dusk, blaming myself, why is fate so unfavorable?

With a free-spirited shout, or a silent plea, to express the anguish in my heart!

And may I, like others, be proud in the spring breeze, smooth sailing all the way, a bright future, with lofty aspirations;

Or be outstanding in talent, with talent overflowing, talent………

The poet says _______________

You hear me say: "Have you given up?"

"I haven't yet!"

"Good!"

"Concerning truth, sincerity, genuine intent, true appearance; and loving others as oneself, one must devote heart, intent, nature, and strength to love your Lord………………………

"My Lord, please allow me to go forward alone! For I have never doubted my choice, what wrongdoing! Although my choice, as the poet said――

"Extremely empty, extremely weak, extremely tiny, extremely lonely......"

"But, poet, that is the lifelong proposition in my life………………

(Wishing friends good luck every day, every day a good mood!)