The past is over, those who left have gone, those who returned have come back, the pain has been erased, and joy has subsided. Those who live still need to keep on living, and the meaning of existence is simply to get through it. Yesterday has passed, and tomorrow will come. Expectation and regret are unnecessary; every morning will eventually turn into tonight, and every night will become yesterday's morning. People are like this, and so are events. Life is merely the reflection of time in history, like the fading pear blossoms. The moment of birth begins the countdown to departure. When time reaches its end, when our eyes can no longer see the steps of the clock moving forward, we let go. If the reflection resembles a pear blossom, then its withering cannot be reversed.
History has similarities, life also has similarities, and the changes in all things in the world are the same. It seems as if life is bound by an unshakable gyroscope. Reviewing memories reveals many similar experiences: people with the same personality doing things of the same nature in similar places, resulting in similar consequences and generating similar memories. Everything is ordinary, right and wrong, good and bad, are hard to distinguish, like a spiral arrangement that confuses people, making them unable to express their feelings.
If time could be counted down, if human reflections were upright, and pear blossoms flew back to the branches. Indeed, everything changes, but the spiral remains unchanged. The spiral is still a spiral. Those experiences, those similar ones, remain the same. Therefore, the essential difference between humans and all things lies in the fact that all things can change with the progress or regression of time, but humans, regardless of whether time moves forward or not, are destined from the moment of creation to be unable to escape the fate of the spiral unless they disappear.
Being overly concerned about gains and losses, experiencing great joys and sorrows, being ambitious, I can't understand why people are so vulgar. Since we are walking on the same spiral trajectory, with only material changes and no qualitative differences, why bother deceiving oneself and causing unnecessary discomfort? Seeing through it all makes one tired of living. Thinking too much becomes boring. Loving deeply makes one vulgar. Once everything is understood, it becomes meaningless.
People live in reflections, like the pear blossoms that fade away, destined from the moment of birth. Cherish the fleeting moments and give yourself an account. Since we walk like spirals, let us experience the good and evil, beauty and ugliness, sourness, sweetness, bitterness, and spiciness of this spiral world over and over again.