If boys and girls could support each other at the same desk, letting love grow alongside their textbooks and habits form through mutual practice, what a beautiful generation that would be.
No great achievement is not fueled by passion.
A person can perhaps be condensed into a pebble at the bottom, letting the years rush past like water; one only knows being in the water, unaware of the current.
Life can be as plain as a sky full of stars, where one cannot distinguish which one is oneself. The brilliance of a meteor lies in its disappearance; the plainness of stars lies in their silent presence.
"Is it that I am overthinking?" he always says, yet he never truly cares for me.
Light mist, gentle rain, drifting clouds; quiet wind, silent rain, and youth passing by quietly.
As rain fell from the sky, my heart suddenly felt suffocated. Why did you choose to flee again this time?
Let me quit you within my memories.
I no longer have the right to draw circles in your palm, yet I can cry secretly in the dark thinking of you. I no longer have the duty to say I love you, yet I can repeatedly practice how we met that year. Happy breakup; I wish you happiness.
There is someone who has always been loved in my life. At first, I looked up to him from behind; later, I sat in front of him, enjoying being looked up to.
There is a saying: Men are like a period—you miss them when they aren't there, but find them annoying when they arrive.
To have a place to settle, a job that doesn't consume your soul, a group of friends who come and go freely, and a state of mind to watch the clouds drift; with parents healthy and family well, eating when hungry and sleeping when tired. That is all—though such a life is not easy to achieve.
