One day, you suddenly think of someone who once made you look forward to tomorrow, but never actually appeared in your future.
The thing people fear the most is probably on a certain night, when you remember someone, you recall the content of your first conversation, the feeling of your first encounter, his gentle smile, his pleasant voice, but you haven’t been in touch for a long time, or perhaps, you never even embraced each other.
As we grow up, we come to realize more deeply that life is a train constantly heading towards farewells; it’s normal for people to come and go, and it’s normal not to get what you want, while getting it is a rare fortune.
So, don’t let the longing without an outcome continue to spread.
Some people are destined not to grow old with you; no matter how enthusiastically you initiate or how humbly you please, to the other person, it might just be a disturbance.
I just hope that no matter how distant we’ve become, I sincerely wish you well, smooth away your furrowed brows, because the beauty of the past was real, and you won’t meet someone like me again, someone who brings you trouble…
It’s a stroke of luck to have met you in three lifetimes, even if it’s a sorrowful sentiment. I’ll avoid you on the road ahead, may we both cherish ourselves despite the mountains and rivers.
I’ve heard that love often ends in pain, and thinking of you has become an illness that medicine cannot cure.
In fact, it’s not love itself that’s sad, but the sadness that comes from people taking what they have for granted after getting used to it. It’s only when we’re no longer what we once were, or perhaps when we can hardly see each other again, that we regret.
I used to think that as long as I gave wholeheartedly, I could overcome all difficulties and embrace each other, but later I understood that some people don’t value what you have to offer…
It’s not the time or the place that’s wrong, but the order in which we met in life that really matters. Meeting each other, experiencing the fluttering and joy, and ultimately learning to grow through parting.
Some people are like that; they pass through your past, leave your present, but still make you think of them in every tomorrow. That’s why in the game of emotions, the one who falls in love loses, and I lost utterly…
On nights of singing with wine, on deserted streets, I miss you, but also wish to forget you.
Unable to love, unable to forget, wishing only for peace year after year, never to meet again.
I’ve done many foolish things, the most frequent of which is typing many words in the dialogue box, only to delete them one by one in the end. But now, even if I sent them, it would be prompted that your messages have been rejected by the other party. (Bitter smile)
Even with a heart full of thoughts to share, in the end, it’s just going through it again in my own heart, still appearing calm and undisturbed on the surface.
Life, really, is like a lonely river, and there is no other way but to cross it by yourself.
In the compulsory courses called “Parting” and “Acceptance,” we meet and say goodbye, actively or passively accepting many sudden losses.
Spilled milk, dropped bread, lost wallets, separated lovers, the past that cannot be returned to, and every one of you that I only dare to miss in the deep night.
However, we must slowly let go of those obsessions, after all, since it’s lost, don’t continue to make it difficult for yourself.
We all want a perfect life, wanting to have desires fulfilled, love to have an end, but there has never been anything absolutely perfect in this world, and regret is also an experience.
Stories that were once told with tears later become past events to laugh about over a glass of wine.
Time will slowly heal the wounds in your heart, those past events, those old acquaintances, we will eventually let go…