We lived together for several years, becoming familiar with each other's habits, and now you're not by my side anymore. Yet, I still can't forget your face. Every bit of it speaks of our mutual regrets, telling the sorrows and the experiences we've been through.
Zhang Ni now recalls the way he spoke to his father back then—it was like they were enemies, he couldn't wait to devour him. But now, he wonders, was his attitude really the right one? No matter what, he is still his father, yet the words he said truly hurt him deeply.
Perhaps when he did things, he didn't think them through, but acted rashly, making all the pain and harm his own.
How wonderful it would be if he could live happily and joyfully. If only he didn't keep placing all the blame and pain upon himself time and again, how happy these days could be. Everything he wants is so simple, yet time and again, he only gives himself hurt.
