There’s no bottom to a lake,
And there’s no edge to a shore.
Its water remains neither wet nor dry to itself,
And its ripples never conjure the feeling of solitude.
These ripples surround rocks that are neither too big nor too small,
Whispering softly to their very own whispers,
Just whispers...

Dying is like flying,
It’s much easier than living.

The seasons fly through the fingers of time,

Leaving behind hours of hesitation.

Day 83, I'm planning on going back.

I'll never become what they expect of me.

I'll just have to settle for being ordinary, I'm so useless.

Do you think I'm useless?

Day 221,I'm about to go back.

I think I am a better man now.

I could even picture the supermarket we'll own in the future.

Can you forgive me?

Day 431,I am a changed man.

Perhaps I've become the kind of man your parents wanted me to be.

Who knows?

Yesterday I saw our hometown on TV,

And I suddenly burst out in tears.

Are you still waiting for me?

Day 708,I want to tell you something.

My wish almost came true.

This morning I went to the airport and bought the ticket.

At that moment, I could no longer resist my feelings,

Suddenly I wanted to go back.

I bought the ticket, went through the security check,
Even reached the boarding gate.

But in the end I came back out.

Got a half refund for the ticket.

Do you know how much I wanted to go back?

I apologize if I've mistaken you for someone else.