And the inner monologue of Atta 

            Yihe Road: dear man and Atta, what are you waiting for now? Don't you see it's raining? Why are you still thinking about yesterday's failures and the pain of the past? Or fantasies? Yeah, sometimes fantasies can be desperate. I know you're an artist, and I know you're a romantic person, but sometimes it's better to be practical, isn't it?

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)

            Atta: you always like to talk about life, like to listen to old comedies, like the wind is always gentle, like fruit is always full, round, full taste. But have you ever thought that imperfection is perfection itself. We all know that a straight line is a special form of a curve. Life is a short stay of death. Ugliness is an external manifestation of beauty. Why do you only like happy things and not sad things? Why only like the good things and reject the ugly things. If a man lives, he must face the ugly self, the good self. If this is not done, this man will be painful, desperate and hopeless.

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)

            Yihe Road: you are also right. But don't forget that I am an ordinary person, I am not as extraordinary as you, I am not as intelligent as you, and I do not have such a good fate as you, grew up in a rich family, And get a good education. I'm just a hard worker who hasn't read a book. All the work I do is manual work, and the people I know are vulgar people, not like you have access to people in high society, you can recognize elegant people, you can meet people who have pursuits. So you have to forgive me, you have to understand me. If you still think of me as a friend, please accept my imperfection. I'm not as elegant as you are. on weekends you draw a picture, drink coffee, and imagine where your lover is. No, I can't. The first thing I need to be satisfied with is whether my belly is hungry now and where my lunch tomorrow is, which is what I care most about.

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)

        Atta: dude, I'm wrong about you. I always measure you by my own standards. I always put everyone around me in my fantasies. I fantasize that the people around me are angels, that the devil is defeated by angels, that there are flowers all around me, and that flowers drown the rotting leaves. I fantasized that tomorrow would be a beautiful day, but I forgot that today was a terrible day of heavy rain. I watched the pedestrians walking, I watched the pedestrians complain, I watched the pedestrians worry. And me, am I a melancholy person? I have no idea. Yihe Road you understand that I am also a vulgar, you do not move to say that I am so elegant, I am just a vulgar, in addition to vulgarity, my soul will search for elegant things, that's all.

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)

      Yi River Road: no one can change you, man. You have your pursuit, you have your life style, you have your tomorrow, you have your goals, you have your taste, you have your image. These are the things the world respects you, the results of your own pursuit. Think about it, I am a sad person, where is my tomorrow? I don't even know where my next lunch is. I don't even know what elegant art to talk about. But I am very happy to meet you so that I can not forget to look up at the stars at the bottom of my life. I am very happy. I am glad to know that you can not forget to look up at the stars at the bottom of your life. And I'm grateful to God for giving me that reputation. In winter, I like to wear a black coat wrapped around me, I like my left hand in my pocket, my right hand out to let the cold wind blow, so that I can know that I am a living person, not a dead person, People who are not walking corpses walk down the street so that my soul can stay awake.

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)

        Atta: me too, dear friend. Because people like you can look up at the stars and make me feel that life is not so humble. I often think, I often worry about tomorrow. But what I yearn for more is what happens today, what happens tomorrow, and what happens tomorrow. You don't know? What about you, you know? Do you know if it's sunny today, whether it's going to rain tomorrow, or whether it's going to be stormy? Or keep it clear. Do you know that the person you love is alive today and will leave tomorrow? Today you will be in debt, tomorrow you will become a millionaire? I don't even know. So, let God understand all this!

And the inner monologue of Atta and Yihe Road (translation of original works)