Sometimes I feel like I don’t have much in common with this place, but sometimes it feels like I have to stay here.

Maybe it’s because I have an instinct to retreat, which might be the reason. It’s a strange feeling.

It seems better to go to a place where no one knows and start over.

戏剧化的恐慌，似乎更能引起人们对生命的思考，和对人生的感受，内心的拉力其实也是一种艺术表现形式。对于端水的侍从来说，给别人提供礼貌和和热茶就是完美的表现了。

“Dramatic panic seems to be more thought-provoking about life and feelings about life. The inner tension is actually an artistic expression. For the Page of Cups, providing others with courtesy and hot tea is a perfect performance.”

我把旧的文章都放到回收站了，这让我感觉很欣慰，我把评论区也删掉了，这样很好。或许有一种可能，就是我可以睡觉去了。

Perhaps no one is forcing me to do anything, but I can’t escape the pressure of thinking and tension.

我忘记了，其实我有空间，也有时间，只是自己一个人的时候，或许就是在大家都睡着的时候。人多可爱，或许在全世界都睡着的时候，梦才开始呢。

I forgot that I have space and time, especially when I’m alone, or when everyone is asleep. People are lovely, perhaps the world only begins to dream when everyone is asleep.

我这才发现，其实写那些东西并不能真正让人感觉到安宁，因为只有安宁本身才能带来安宁。我似乎忘记了什么，但是会想起来的。只要喝水，就足够了。人生的礼物本身就是可爱的，如果不是一直强求，永远都是可爱的。精神世界仿佛只是一场幻觉，没有边际。梦的起点，不必强求。

I’ve realized that writing about these things doesn’t actually bring peace, because only peace itself can bring peace. I seem to have forgotten something, but I will remember it. Just drinking water is enough. The gift of life itself is lovely, if not always pursued. The spiritual world seems to be nothing but an illusion, without a limit. The beginning of a dream, no need to be forced.

每种颜色的毛绒小兔子，都是可爱的。