Things Change, and You Can Never Outrun Time

After all these years, I don’t even know what I’m worrying about anymore. School life is already this exhausting, so I don’t know how I’ll handle what comes after. Won’t it just crush me? Today I called Mom and told her what’s been bothering me. No matter how worried I am, hearing my mother’s comfort and encouragement always takes a weight off my shoulders. Thank you, my wonderful mom. Studying here, I haven’t complained much. I don’t beg anyone to change for me; I just hope I can keep improving. I’m doing fine: three meals a day, a shower at night, a good night’s sleep, a great bunch of classmates, and five roommates who are like family. I thank heaven for giving me this life. Years have gone by, and there are a lot of old classmates I haven’t seen in ages, though I’m still in touch with my close buddies. Today I thought back on the old days, and so, so much of it has faded. Even I have moments when memories slip away, which never used to happen. Thinking it over, I’m 20 now. Time flies, and I’m always way behind it. What goes around comes around; time to pay up. Tonight I listened to Li Zhi’s songs and quietly cried. I don’t want to dwell on the sad stuff. I’ll keep writing my story. To everyone passing by, thanks for watching. Performing on my own stage, forever a lonely actor. Good night, Bengbu. One last thing: Mom, I love you! Thank you! Thank you for letting me pour my heart out. In my next life I want to be your child again, my mom forever.