With you, even if you are at the far corners of the earth, my heartstrings remain connected, and my soul is no longer lonely. With you, even if I find myself in a sense of illusion, I have no regrets. With you, even if my heart is shrouded in gloom, it will disperse into thin air because of you. With you, even if you keep your cards close to your chest, I will build a bridge with my heart and pave a road with love, eventually finding your trace.
Sometimes, I feel my heart has already died, yet it still hurts from time to time. Sometimes, I feel love has become barren, yet tears still flow. Sometimes, I feel I have lost my way, yet I still search for an exit in my dreams. Sometimes, I feel I have let go of everything, yet I still cannot find the way home.
Some stories are kept only in memory; some helplessness is expressed only through silence; some things are understood only by oneself.
The grievances of this mortal world fade away with the seasons. The profound memories of the past will become yellowed maple leaves today, buried deep underground. No one will ever recall that in the mist of late autumn, a person filled with such sadness once stood there.
Countless thoughts of longing have filled a hundred essays, and countless sorrows have turned into thousands of words, yet I still cannot call you back. The beautiful past moved me, but failed to move you. No matter how much I think of you, or how I wander around the place where we first met, you remain silent over there. In a world without you, I have lost my direction; the future is hazy, and I do not know where to go.
How I wish someone would quietly listen to my story, feel the pain I have endured for years, and let me feel that even in the northern lands, there is a spring.
On these long, dark nights, I miss the warmth of the past. I wait for dawn, hoping that the first ray of sunlight will drive away tonight's sorrow and the hesitation of the dark night. I hope tomorrow brings me hope.
In the vast ocean of people, I cannot find your trace. Amid the bustling crowds, I cannot hear your voice. In this big world, am I destined to miss you? Looking back frequently, the beauty of the past has fermented into today's pain.
Those memories, beating with the rhythm of my heart, pluck at my dim soul and offer me comfort. I am unwilling to be a bubble in the chronicle of your life. Even if I never gave you the happiness I promised, even if I only had the status of a passing guest.
You may have been moved, yet the vicissitudes of the world are ultimately achieved through forgetting, and we must live on with even more vicissitudes. You see the imbalanced emotions clearly in your heart, but I can no longer enter your polished world.
