Works 23 of 26
The Train of Life
for five players
In May 2012, my grandfather fell ill and was hospitalized. Seven days later, he left this world forever. Time has taken away the pain, but it has left behind rich memories, permeating my world, making me nostalgic, making me linger, making it hard for me to let go.
Some say life is like a perpetual train, with people boarding and disembarking, and each stop is a baptism of death. Our companions, family, and friends get off the train; death takes their bodies and souls, but we remember the value their lives achieved — whether ordinary or extraordinary, simple or splendid, each is a vivid lifeline. Perhaps death is endowed with a deeper meaning at this moment. It prompts the living to think, reflect, make choices, redefine the value of life, and face the unfinished journey ahead, writing the continuous flow of life.
This piece is dedicated to my grandfather. When I board the train heading towards autumn, I will often recall the twenty-three years my grandfather spent with me.
