Below are words as silly as I am. 22x365 plus 70 days makes me. A combination of number and time. I’m sick and tired of this numerical and mechanical world. You say life is full of pain and sadness… Ephemeral happiness cannot beat the eternal darkness... You might be right. But who are you?

I look into the mirror; a shadow is speaking to me. His burning eyes, which look like a volcano, are eager to swallow anything in his sight. I flinch…

How I wish I was not born in the first place to taste this tragedy of mankind.

I know that it’s not intended, but I believe that all men have a kind of natural tendency to skip some tough tasks, like mediation, writing, even like life itself.

Life has become nonsense, while words are losing power. I’m done now, totally finished. But who am I?

Stuck in an abyss helplessly and haplessly, I stretch my neck as long as possible, wishing to sense and touch a beam of light from heaven. However, all that is blown into this endless hole is only darkness and emptiness. Sometimes I sit down, given to nihility, moaning the blocked stars, and watering the ground with my tears. Alas, am I imagining that there is bud of love under the earth? Then my tears shall provide nutrition to it and maybe one day in the future, this bud of love can grow and turn into a big tree. With this tree, then I shall escape from here, the longest and darkest night of human.

But what do you need, man? What do you need? You the silly, don’t you know that life is only a brief candle? With sharpest eyes, the poet Will far above the stage has told you all, you the silly man upon the stage!

Strutting and fretting hours spent bootlessly, now I’m here only with a friend Melancholy. Melancholy is my shadow; he comes to me when the evil clouds stop disturbing the moon. I remember that once upon a time, she was my distant soul mate and I danced with her. But now she has closed her eyes, and I could not see her face. I’m here only with a friend Melancholy. There is no turning back. His volcano eyes swallowed all of my faith and spirit, sucking all the vigor of my life. How feeble am I now! Meeting no defense, he takes hold of my heart, squeezes it. I can see dark red blood gushing from my breast. I can feel my body languishing; It becomes heavier and heavier. My vision blurred, my breath so gentle…

You become the death of me now, my friend.

 And you can hear me laughing: what a fortune’s fool!