I always feel that those leaves fall hurriedly to conceal a great secret, and when I use my own hands to pull them away one by one, what I see is always the black asphalt road. It's like squatting by the roadside, watching a cloud slowly drift across the sky. I stare blankly at the heavens, wondering what will be revealed once the cloud passes, but behind the cloud is still the timeless, unchanging sky. It remains the same sky, always blue. In the same way, time and again, I walk paths that differ from mine, but in the end, the outcomes I face remain unchanged, no matter how I try. One day, I thought to myself that I should walk a path unlike anyone else's—a path to prove to my parents that every decision I've made in this life is not wrong, but always right.