Working Travel: Realizing a Dream in a Year

Chapter 16 Epilogue
The plane flew over the South Island and headed towards the setting sun.Outside the porthole is the immaculate blue sky and snow-covered mountains. New Zealand treats me well, and even my last regret - not seeing the scenery of the South Island in winter - can be relieved.

I read Sophie's letter and cried for the first time in a year.

I once went to the Chinese permanent cemetery in Hong Kong to pay homage to a musician. There was a sentence engraved on his tombstone: Life does not care about what you get, but what you do.

I remembered this sentence again.

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