They feel somewhat out of place among the residents of this city. Even though it is a holiday, the streets are still filled with hurried city dwellers who are rushing, fighting, or angry. The city is full of passion but lacks decadence. The men here dare not be decadent, fearing that the slightest moment of inattention would allow others to surpass them, stripping them of any chance to rise above the rest. However, those few clerks, as if having seen through the arrangements of fate, cherish those few moments of idleness, enjoying the happiness of the present.
Life is essentially an adjustment of one's mindset. There are too many passersby in life. No matter how much you are reluctant to let go, they are ultimately just passersby who will one day leave. Therefore, there is no need to care excessively about the people around you, nor to deliberately pay attention to others' affairs. In this world, there will always be people who make you sad or who make you grit your teeth. It is not because they are particularly bad, but because you care too much.
Gradually, you come to realize that life is a matter of fate. What you pursue deliberately may not be attained, and what you chase with effort may not be acquired. The brilliance in life and the splendor in one's journey often come unexpectedly, lying in chance encounters. All we can do is give it our best. Gaining something is a luck, and failing to gain it is also a luck. Because we are dedicated, we always reap harvests; because we exert our utmost, we always make progress. Gain and loss are states of mind; life is a matter of fate. Being free of regret is all that matters.