In the diary of youth, who has not written down moments of pain? Yet few are willing to revisit those pages, because every glance back reveals scars that have not fully healed. They remind us of the sadness and hardships we once experienced. We may choose to forgive, but we cannot pretend they never happened.
— Preface
Youth is a profound and thought-provoking diary. Time serves as its foundation, words become its record, and the image of purple lavender seems to embody its unique meaning. We move through the whirlpool of time, watching the years quietly slip through our fingers. Along the way, we experience reunions and separations, taste sweetness and bitterness, and feel every shade of joy and sorrow. As the banquet of youth gradually comes to an end, we can only hold on to those memory-filled pages, trying to piece together scattered fragments and search for fading figures in our minds, hoping that the people and moments of the past might somehow remain unchanged.
Friendship is pure and warm, like the color white. During our most difficult, lonely, and helpless moments, it offers support and comfort. Gradually, we become accustomed to relying on that warmth. When we are tired, hurt, or exhausted, someone is there to share the burden. True friendship is not about never arguing; it is about remaining together even after disagreements. However, we often struggle to trust completely. We carefully protect these precious bonds, fearing that one day even our last source of comfort may disappear. In doing so, we sometimes fail to understand the true meaning of friendship. While worrying about gain and loss, we become weary, only to realize later that the warmth we once cherished has quietly drifted away.
As a result, we have shed tears alone in silent corners and carried our disappointments by ourselves. Over time, we learned to appear strong and to hide our vulnerability behind smiles. We look up at the sky to keep our tears from falling, trying to ignore the pain within and bury our emotions deep inside. Slowly, we begin to close ourselves off, conceal our sincerity, and wear protective masks, simply because we fear being hurt and losing something precious again.
Perhaps wearing a mask causes us to miss many beautiful things, yet we comfort ourselves by believing that at least it protects us from deeper pain.
Deep down, we all have tender and sensitive hearts. We fear loss, we fear hurt, and we fear parting.
As time flows onward, youth eventually reaches its end, and even the most beautiful blossoms quietly fade away...
