Historias de Tai-chi

Ding Rui and I were neighbors since childhood. Yet in the prime of his youth, I watched him face the end with quiet defiance. One day, I dozed off in his hospital room and dreamed of his life-drifting through the tides, struggling in vain, never yielding until the very end. If there is no death, can a life ever be called complete? And when we finally cross that hill-will truly no one be waiting? Some grow old with laughter, others part ways in tears. In the end, all that remains is a gaze seasoned by time, facing the days ahead with quiet endurance-and a dream that never dies.