Life is strange. We come with nothing and fight for everything, and in the end, we leave everything and go with nothing. Life is a fleeting journey, a cycle of gaining and letting go. We arrive with empty hands, yet we spend our days chasing, building, and holding on, as if we can outrun time itself. We grasp at love, success, meaning—desperate to make something of the brief moments we are given. And yet, no matter how much we gather, there comes a day when we must release it all. But perhaps the beauty of life is not in what we keep, but in what we give, in the love we share, the kindness we leave behind, the lives we touch along the way. “生命是奇怪的。我們一無所有地來，為一切而戰，最終，我們離開一切，一無所有。” 生命是一場短暫的旅程，一個獲得和放手的循環。我們空手而來，卻用我們的日子去追逐、建造和堅持，仿佛我們可以超越時間本身。 我們緊緊抓住愛、成功、意義——迫切地想要利用我們得到的短暫時刻做些事情。 然而，無論我們收集了多少，總有那么一天，我們必須釋放一切。但也許生命的美好不在于我們保留的東西，而在于我們給予的東西，在于我們分享的愛，在于我們留下的善意，在于我們一路上觸及的生命。