For some reason, those footsteps once brought me a sense of security. But he has truly disappeared. Those footsteps, neither near nor far, witnessed the ebb and flow of life.
Cherish everyone who treats you well, because they could have chosen otherwise. No love should require you to sacrifice your dignity or endure suffering. Love may bring confusion, jealousy, or sadness, but it should ultimately be warm and provide security. If it isn't, you have either loved the wrong person or used the wrong way. Rather than suffering, it is better to be single.
Joy and sorrow, happiness and trouble always coexist. Why blame yourself for unfortunate encounters or bad luck? Instead, plant more beautiful dreams for yourself. Forgive your imperfections, and do not let down the version of you that traveled through a one-in-a-billion chance just to see this world once.
Turning a page of time, the years fade into the past; splashing a drop of ink, memories are stained across the paper. Though the journey is long, a smile still lingers at the turn of a page. If we record our meetings as encounters, let us not write their partings as endings. For encounters are romantic, while partings are too sad; life is short, and instead of carving sorrow into our path, it is better to remember the romance.
Mediocrity is a natural state of life. Every arriving day is marked by the mundane, with busyness and trivialities filling our hearts and lives.
Take only what is necessary and rightful; what cannot or should not be had, do not touch.
It feels as though memory tampers with the truth; beautiful things are often beautified by memory, and vice versa.