A person has three brains: one born by nature, one gained through knowledge, and one gained through life. Life has three keys: one to open numbers, one to open letters, and one to open musical notes. Life has three colors: talent, emotion, and interest.
The sunrise occurs, not because of the rooster's crow.
Liking is like a swing, where one can enjoy solitude; love is like a seesaw, requiring two people to share the sweetness and joy. To like someone does not necessarily mean to love them; but to love someone, one must first like them.
Deciduous trees can withstand the bitter cold because they know how to protect their roots. To protect their roots, they unsparingly scatter their leaves upon the ground, which eventually turn into fertilizer, absorbed by the roots to become the source of regeneration.
The sky is so blue, the trees so green; life can indeed be so peaceful and beautiful. Love begins with hope and ends with despair. When the heart dies, no hope remains for the past.
What am I waiting for? I do not truly know, only that the subtle emotions are gradually turning into sorrow. Every word I write is time carved into memory—a departure without farewell, thousands of papers, each a song of parting.