I wish to be dead. I don't know why I'm still alive. I jumped off a cliff sixteen years ago, how did that not kill me? Now I am so confused about my existence and so... afraid. I am afraid of living. I am afraid of finding out who I am. 

I know little about life before the cliff. My memories are frazzled in every which way. My thoughts are like a murky stream where I can't see. I can't remember certain faces. I can't remember certain events. I know my name. I am Wei Wuxian, but that doesn't mean anything to me. Even if I do know my name, that doesn't mean I know myself. 

I've been roaming around constantly looking for an answer. At least to answer the burning question of why do I exist? Why am I still living? Why has the canary not sung yet? I don't know these answers. I've been searching for those answers.  

Whether they'd be on the edge of a cliff or if they touch the sky. I will find them. That's all I can do now. That has to be the meaning of my existence. I don't see any other path. So, this is the path I must take.