The once youthful me, who chased the wind without any regard for the vastness of the world, has now reached middle age. Life has entered the second half, and time flies so fast that half a lifetime seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. Looking back at the path I've walked, there are moments of joy, as well as sorrow, confusion, and uncertainty. It's truly a case of youthful naivety, only to realize the harsh realities of life in middle age. Trading the best years of youth for the most bitter lessons, like an ordinary rope, binding us to different realities and responsibilities, making us have to let the years corrode our ideals, block our progress, wear down our edges, and disrupt our original intentions with trivial matters. Even though there are still those who are free from the constraints of the world, there are no longer any who are truly free. Some things, only you can understand; some helplessness, no one wants to talk about. Once a person comprehends this, they become taciturn...