Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it.

The end of life is death, so what is the meaning of living? What is the value of such a life? Time has passed in a blink of an eye, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is also a passer-by of life. You can't take it away, you can't stay, and you can only watch it once. Everyone has different choices. They stick to their goals and burn their lives to shine for a moment. They don't care about everything else, or they savor every moment with the leisure of watching Bloom fall in front of the court. Some people want to live as bright as a comet and die as fast as a meteor. Others want to live as beautiful as summer flowers and die as beautiful as autumn leaves. This is the mood to see the scenery, and this is the choice of life.