What is lost was once possessed; what is possessed will be lost in the future!

How many times have I lost my way, how many times have I extinguished my dreams? Now I am no longer confused; I want my life to be set free! There’s no time to sigh over fearless promises; let the sun warm my hopeful back. Facing the winds of the world, I will stand firm with courage. I have no doubts about what needs to be done – if it’s to be done, it must be done to the best of my ability. There’s no need to say it’s a pity; I know that all I can do is keep working hard, without stopping.

So one must make the most of the present. Living in the present doesn’t mean acting carelessly; rather, it means cherishing the present so as to have fewer regrets when looking back on the past

I remember the poem that appears repeatedly in \"Interstellar\" – one day we will leave this world. I only hope that by then we can be the version of ourselves we desire to be; otherwise, we must learn to express our anger genuinely. Do not walk into that final night gently, for old age should be spent burning and roaring in the twilight； 　　Censure, censure the disappearance of light. 　　 　　Though the wise understand the logic of darkness at the hour of death, their words do not spark lightning, and they do not enter that peaceful night gently. 　　 　　Kind people, when the last wave passes, exclaim about their fragile acts of kindness; perhaps they once danced so brightly in the green bay, cursing the disappearance of light. 　　 　　The mad men seized and sang of the soaring sun; they understood, but it was too late – they made the sun sad on its journey, and it did not enter that gentle night in a peaceful manner. 　　 　　The serious person, approaching death, sees through a dazzling vision; 　　the blind eyes can shine with joy like meteors, 　　crying out in protest at the disappearance of light. 　　 　　You, my father, in that sorrowful heights. Now, with your tears, curse me; bless me as well. I implore you – do not enter that peaceful night gently. 　　Censure, censure the disappearance of light.

Are you like me, bending my head under the sun, working hard in silence while sweating? Are you like me, who doesn’t give up on the life I desire even when faced with indifference? Are you like me, constantly striving for an unexpected kind of tenderness? Are you like me, who was once lost and wandered back and forth at crossroads, because I don’t care what others say? I have never forgotten myself; my future isn’t a dream. – Zhang Yusheng Lyrics. My promises to myself, my dedication to love… I know my future isn’t a dream. I live every minute seriously. My future isn’t a dream; my heart moves along with hope. My future isn’t a dream; I live every minute seriously. My future isn’t a dream; my heart moves along with hope, following that hope. Are you like me, constantly striving for an unexpected kind of tenderness? Are you like me, who was once lost and wandered back and forth at crossroads, because I don’t care what others say? I have never forgotten myself; my promises to myself, my dedication to love… I know my future isn’t a dream. I live every minute seriously. My future isn’t a dream; my heart moves along with hope. My future isn’t a dream; I live every minute seriously. My future isn’t a dream; my heart moves along with hope, following that hope

How many times have I fallen on the road? How many times have I broken my wings? Now I no longer feel lost. I want to transcend this ordinary life; I desire a life that blooms brightly, like flying in the vast sky, like wandering through endless wildernesses, with the power to break free from everything. How many times have I lost my direction? How many times have I extinguished my dreams? Now I am no longer confused. I want my life to be set free; I desire a life that blooms brightly, like flying in the vast sky, like wandering through endless wildernesses, with the power to break free from everything. I want a life that blooms brightly, like standing atop a rainbow, like traveling through a brilliant galaxy, with the power to surpass the ordinary. How many times have I lost my direction? How many times have I extinguished my dreams? Now I am no longer confused. I want my life to be set free; I desire a life that blooms brightly, like flying in the vast sky, like wandering through endless wildernesses, with the power to break free from everything. I want a life that blooms brightly, like standing atop a rainbow, like traveling through a brilliant galaxy, with the power to surpass the ordinary. I want a life that blooms brightly, like flying in the vast sky, like wandering through endless wildernesses, with the power to break free from everything. I want a life that blooms brightly, like standing atop a rainbow, like traveling through a brilliant galaxy, with the power to surpass the ordinary

Fear, tears, loneliness. Look up, wipe away the tears, and stay by their side. Dreams are your friends, and effort is the key that opens the door to your friends’ hearts. I think of Eason Chan’s song: If it’s meant to be, it will happen; if not, don’t force it.

It’s all positive energy. . . . . .

Human material desires are endless; in their frantic pursuit of material gains, people lose a happy life.

It means that I only understood the title: It will eventually pass away, it will eventually be lost