A few days ago I tweeted and profile-posted this message:

靜雞雞咁我走啦，好似我靜雞雞咁嚟，fing 一 fing 件衫，唔拎走一舊雲。 嗰棵榆樹下面潭水，唔係泉水而係彩虹，喺藻葉之間搓碎，將彩虹咁既夢整沉左

Yes, I am serious about this message. I am leaving (very soon).

As I said in the tweet, I was serious. As many are curious about the Chinese text, here I am translating this poem into English. The poem was originally a famous poem written by a Chinese modern poet when he left Cambridge.

Note that I am not very good at English literature, so the poem may sound pretty ugly in English. The original poem was very beautiful. I just jokingly translated it from written Chinese to Cantonese. Words in brackets are citations by me.

Quietly (With stealth, or unnoticed) I leave,
just like I quietly came.
I wave my sleeves (a pretty cool gesture people do when they are determined to leave a place),
not bringing away a piece of cloud.

The pond under the elm tree,
it is not pond water (mountain spring water as in original text) but rainbows.
The rainbows are squeezed/rubbed to pieces among the algae leaves (wat?),
sinking the rainbow-like dreams.

Indeed, all we have here are rainbow-like dreams. A similar belief is also shown in several lines in the End Poem:

• And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
• and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream
• And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.
• But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen? ... That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

We are all dreaming in this world. Life is a dream itself. Virtual life and real life. Fantasy and inevitable. Like sweet dreams and nightmares. After all the things we have done in this world, what have we created? After we leave this world, what is left? For some religious people, they might think that you would come back and enjoy your own results in the afterlife. For me, who do not believe in gods or mysterious forces, life is just a long chain of chemical reactions. Memory is just a network of neurones in a cereblum.

Yet we are humans. What I have said made it sound meaningless to live, but at the same time, it is actually meaningless not to live as well. So why should I make a change? How do you know that the energy in your memory would not be liberated and somehow continue to linger on Earth? Or as some sci-fi suggest, how do you know if your spirit would eventually get collected by aliens (what a terrible thought the writer had)?

We know nothing about life after real life. An ancient Chinese philosopher, Confucious, once said, "未知生，焉知死？ (While you don't even know about living, how would you know about dying?)" when his disciple asked him about death. So as a matter of fact, we don't even know about living in our real life at all.

The reason that I am talking about these is that I realized that I didn't understand this. I had always been reluctant to leave because there are so many emotional bonds that I have laid here. I would like to have a brief (but still long) review on my experience here. (Somehow feels like almost-dead people reviewing their lives the last time) Once more, maybe I would find out what can keep my memory a sweet one, rather than an embarrassing, sad and sour one.

I have to start with how I entered this community. This all happened with my cousin. One day we were talking about a game (not Miencraft), and he complained about slow updates in the app. I naturally defended the developers (I knew nothing about programming at that time, but I could imagine how hard it would take), but when I absentmindedly said "You don't know programming at all" in rage, I realized that I didn't either. This sounds like a hilarious reason, but for this, I soon started coding simple Android apps.

That happened in August 2013. In the same month, something revolutionary in the MCPE community happened - Treebl (I bet he was the one who truly made changes to the community and left without seeing its prosperity; indeed remarkable) released an iOS app called "ModPE". We are all very familiar with this word now, but I never knew that the night I saw @zhuowei release the update of BlockLauncher with ModPE on Google Play, it changed my life in the next three years (almost). (Side note: sadly, the original ModPE on iOS was never made open-source)

Because of the highly mathematical nature of JavaScript (ModPE loads JavaScript files as mods), I learnt JavaScript almost without reading any documentation, but just example mods. (To be honest, I did read about for loops, but it was easy because I already knew the for loop from calculator programs) Magic seemed to happen in me as if I was the inventor of a programming language in the life before this one; I'm not boasting, but it seems that I automaticcally learnt/guessed almost everything right. I of course suffered a hard lesson later on, but this is how I came. Hence, I joined the Minecraft: PE community on the Minecraft Forums. I made a lot of useless things like never-used buggy libraries, but it gave me good experience.

I also had an app called "Minecraft PE Cheats", or something with a similar name. It introduced me to the PocketMine software. It was early October 2013, that was when I registered on the forums.

It is not really important now anymore, but a few threads at that time gave me elementary knowledge to PocketMine programming.

Some time in 2014 or 2015, I felt that there was something that I wanted to say to many friends, individually, that I met on the forums. Sadly, as time changes, people change as well. I'm one of the few ones who stayed, but now I'm leaving now. The people whom I mentioned include iJoshuaHD, LDX, etc. But it seems that they are very inactive now. Plus, what I wanted to speak to them is no longer important now.