Chapter 680: January 17th: Must I go?

January 17th: Must I go?

January 17th: Must I go?

The mist has come again, the earth still asleep. People simply don't know the mist has already come; after dawn, where should we go, or how should we find the way in the mist?

Traveler, hey, must you go?

Yes, I must go, leaving time, leaving yesterday, heading toward tomorrow, chasing the future!

Thus, I will forget time, and time will no longer matter.

Time, am I your servant? Do I forever obey your commands? Do I exist for you, or do you exist for me?

In the hazy mist, I go to seek yesterday's dream!

Traveler, hey, must you go?

Yes, my soul admonishes me: I must go!

My soul also admonishes me: 'Do not be elated by a single praise, nor be saddened by a single reprimand; "In days of prosperity you shall be glad, in days of adversity you shall reflect; … all that people say, you shall not take to heart … because we ought to love one another, this is the command you have heard from the beginning…" Now I have fully understood: trees blossom in spring and bear fruit in summer, attempting to praise; they shed leaves in autumn and wither in winter, not fearing reproach.' For they have already united their love with the earth.'

Who do you hear calling―――――――――

I once saw: the cruel hand of time

Destroyed the ancient rare treasures

Impermanence cut down a once towering high-rise

The violence of time turned red copper into dust

I also saw: the greedy ocean incessantly

Devouring the coastal territories of the Da6 Wanguo

The solid Da6 was also occupied as the sea's ground

Gain and loss, profit and loss alternate in metabolism

I saw these cyclical, reciprocal changes

I saw the solemn scene sinking into extinction

Many historical traces make me think this way

Time, who can firmly grasp it in their own hands?

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