A sea horizon cradling deliberate voids / Where bird-flocks surge in silent turbulence / the tension of life's primordial order confronts static time. Orderly bird flocks disintegrate into chaotic ink dots / Like an entranced descent crystallized in time's verse. From stillness to seething, order to entropy. All beings sway to the same tides —Where does my moon pull the sea within? On the sand ridge — like a temporal watershed —Ahead flows the future, behind solidifies the past. I look back and contemplate the future, seeking my meaning—life’s essence. Playing the solitary resonance of self-awakening. Tracing selfhood in time's torrent ，Move toward oneself, Be oneself