As the moon waxes and wanes, and springs give way to cool autumns, where should I hide my sorrow? Where can I express this desolation?
We loved through countless lifetimes, crossed the mountains and rivers of Hunan and Jiangxi, and shared ten years of happiness. Now, we are beginning to walk our respective paths of solitude once again.
Is my pale waiting only because you have abandoned your former vows? Is my empty love only because you have forgotten the beauty of our past?
When you are lost in the crowd, only you stand still, unsure of where to go. When standing in a square, only you understand that your shadow is lonely. Everything and everything, only you can truly comprehend.
Promises were never spoken, yet the relationship is over. Tears have not yet fallen, yet I have already forgotten my regrets. It turns out there is truly nothing so perfect that it is worth persisting with our lives for.
Life is like this; pain and wounds are inevitable. Whether I once held on or drifted away, those things will never leave me. Although some things cannot be looked back upon, some memories cannot be sorted out, and some people can only be buried forever.
Have you ever deeply loved someone who was always in your heart, no matter where she was? Have you ever deeply loved someone who was always in your dreams, no matter where you were? The pain that is soul-stirring, constant, continuous, and unceasing—that is the bitterest part of love.
I am like a lost child who has walked a long, long way on the road of emotion. I always believed that with my own faith and direction, I could handle anything. Yet in a bloody twilight, I suddenly realized that at some unknown point, that yellowed map was lost and gone forever.
I know time is busy. It is busy making us grow old, busy making children grow up quickly, and busy sending people into the grave.
Learn to let go: turn away and leave before you cry, leaving behind a simple silhouette; learn to let go: bury yesterday in your heart, leaving only the most beautiful memories; learn to let go: allow both of us to have a lighter start. A love that leaves us wounded all over is not necessarily one that is etched into the soul.
