Grandma is buried in Jiangyan. I miss her, and I also find myself thinking about the relationship between life and the universe. Though the place remains and everything else has changed, Grandma's traces will stay in time and space forever. Humans cannot go back to the past, but everyone's trajectory leaves a mark on the universe. I believe that one day, I will meet Grandma again in some way.

Today's iPhone memory notification moved me to tears, and the accompanying music stirred up my longing for my grandma. The emotions in the lyrics resonated deeply with how I feel, reminding me of the warmth she once gave me and the regret of her passing. I want to say a prayer for her, and hope she rests in peace in the world beyond.

The heated debate these past few days over whether it's 「于是人」 or 「于斯人」 got me thinking about my grandma again. I really want to go back to my hometown and dig through my old books, find my middle-school Chinese textbook, and see what the original text actually was — seeing is believing, after all. My grandma is in Jiangyan, and all my childhood textbooks are there too; she kept them all at home. Sigh, but sadly they're gone now, one after another. The home is gone, my grandma is gone. Those connections have been severed beyond repair.

Dreamed I took a train away from the cemetery 🪦. Along the way, so many people were burying their loved ones. Thinking that I would never have Grandma again, I cried myself awake. The greatness of a generation and its sacrifice for its children and grandchildren—years from now, their children's children should know it and remember it too. In a world of blooming flowers, the stars guard the sea and never leave. One day we too will walk toward you and turn into stars. Where our light cones intersect, we will meet again.