Perhaps one day they will realize that the things they've said and done were for others, and I don't want them to one day discover that these things for others are actually for themselves. What they can do is to do their best.
Perhaps, who can give everything for their future without self-will, who can be without the heart to recklessly indulge oneself, who hasn't told themselves to exert for themselves and take responsibility for others? Everything is actually like this; no one knows why they really made mistakes, why they say wrong things to themselves, why they utter all these?
"Actually, we've long forgotten everything in this world; we've all shut ourselves in this small space, and no one can escape this authority."
Perhaps, perhaps everyone and everything is so out of the ordinary. Perhaps no one knows what they really want, not even knowing what they will eventually have, because everything is so unusual.
