In the beginning, I thought I wasn't lonely, so I refused to listen; later, I thought I wasn't lost, so I refused to listen; Then, I thought I wasn't unloved, so I refused to listen; finally, I realized you were stripping away my disguise—you spoke so nakedly that I dared not listen.
Born to live, I wish everyone a good life. Since we only live once, let us live joyfully and freely.
I have reached a stage of confusion: I know money is limited, yet I have many things I want to buy; I have many interests I want to pursue, perhaps to discover my own purpose, and I want to experience everything. It's just that New Year's is no longer as joyful as it was in my childhood.
I am persevering and striving. I wish you a pleasant journey, and I hope my friends can find themselves, find happiness, and find the life they desire along the journey.
In the end, I am powerless. I cannot stop you from loving him, nor can I stop the rapid passing of time. When we meet again, we are ultimately just friends, able only to smile and say, "Long time no see."
Actually, it is not that I think of you when I am lonely, but rather that whenever I think of you, I feel incredibly lonely. I miss you; do you miss me?
May time flow slowly, and may we both become better versions of ourselves.