In youth,

people always love to pursue,

and constantly deny their fantasies about life,

searching and seeking,

yet when things are truly in hand,

they find it hard to believe in what they sought,

and think it's 'just so',

and cast everything aside,

diving into the next pursuit,

people endlessly repeat and repeat,

youth turns to old age,

the so-called pursuit may forever be on the other side of the water,

the meaning of life,

might be something that is added on,

people, in pursuit of these attachments,

continuously overlook,

or even abandon the real emotions around them,

in this restless moment,

it seems people are unwilling to believe anything,

yet oddly, this plainness,

is more able to penetrate the heart,

it seems a bit warm,

it also seems a bit pretentious,

it seems tension is vivid,

yet seems powerless,

it also feels,

that life should be just so...