Author: Jian Yun
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2006-03-01
Features: Life to me is an endless wandering of the soul. I have loved, felt, struggled, possessed and lost, been chaotic and lucid—these traces are etched in these words. This is for my own words, a decade of fragments, recording an unpretentious self. I always thought some things were worth remembering, even wounds, hidden pains, unrestrained, and laughable fantasies. This serves as my shallow comfort. The banquet of life is over, and the remaining hours I hope to spend with a quiet self. Perhaps life can be chosen, but fate cannot be changed. If so, let me submit to fate and compromise with solitude.
No embrace
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