Many years ago, there was a boy I loved, with a vibrant smile and bright eyes. He left behind a heart filled with secret joy in the rushing years, only to vanish into the vast crowd. Some years are irrecoverable, some people are too painful to mention, and some things only you remember. Some youth can be revisited in dreams, but you can never return to them in reality.
At the right age, do what you must. Do not dwell on the past. Look up at the sky, and you will find that the world is not entirely dark. Keep going, stranger.
My life is not yet halfway through, but a new chapter is about to begin. I hope that next time we meet, I will have a new identity. May you accompany me through the unknown journeys ahead.
I used to think I needed to fit in, so I tried so hard, only to find it didn't suit me. As I mature, I understand who I am, and I find peace in being my true self. I have grown to love my solitude.
The weight of growing up is heavy, but I still look forward to the day I am fully grown. Instead of holding onto the past, I choose to look forward to a beautiful future.
I held an umbrella for you all the way, soaking my own shoulder, yet you walked away without even a backward glance once we reached the door.
At three in the morning, after watching a documentary, I cried uncontrollably in my bed. Life is so fragile; if I ever faced a true crisis, there is so much I would regret not doing.
When you are young, all you have is youth. I dream of turning my bank balance into tickets—train, boat, or plane—to wander freely through high plateaus, vast deserts, islands, and canyons. Yet here I am, confined to a 28-square-meter room.
