Walking through the rough road, I came to a place

Walking through the rough road, I came to a place where

From which I could not depart for fear of panic.

If I tried to move one step

I would be dragged back to the same place by the hair.

But I am the kind of person who, even though death is close at hand

I still seek new advice in my life.

Whether out of vice or because of my destiny.

I know the best and appreciate the worst.

And my short time.

My years from the beginning to my middle age

I chose the wrong direction.

I do not fight against the bias of my hobby.

and the inevitable death that will end all suffering.

I did not bother to look for remedies to help me.