I do not know how far words are from a person's heart. I only know that when I write these words, I am trying to remember, trying to record the things that have once brushed past my life. They might be events, people, or just a fleeting sensation.
Fortunately, it is raining. The rain lashes the streets, but it cannot enter the house. Leaning against a glass window, one feels a sense of happiness. This home still feels like a home.
How long has it been since you last saw the person you miss most?
There are those who find amusement in the misfortunes of others.
Humans are truly contradictory; we always long to be understood, yet we are always afraid of being seen through.
If humans and animals could speak, it is certainly the animals that would refuse to.
Many years have passed, and only after half a lifetime has flowed by do I dare to speak of that "heart-stopping" first encounter with my teacher—the moment of clumsiness when everything I was carrying fell to the ground. If life truly has something called "love at first sight," I indeed experienced it in that instant.
There are two paths in life: one walked with the heart, called dreams; the other walked with the feet, called reality. If the heart moves too fast, the feet lose their way; if the feet move too fast, one will stumble; if the heart moves too slowly, reality becomes pale; if the feet move too slowly, dreams cannot fly high. The beauty of life lies in the heart moving well, and the footsteps following in perfect rhythm.
I only said I would come back to see you; I never said I would take you with me.
You would never imagine in a lifetime that you would become the person you are today.