Life is like fireworks, drifting through the crowd. Seeking warmth, yet the heart remains an empty city. I once danced through life, reveling until dawn, only to see innocence turn to dust in my palms. Life is like a flame; no matter how brilliant the burst, it must return to solitude. The tenderness and promises of the past have dissolved into the vortex of time, turning into bubbles. The brilliant encounters and deep emotions leave behind only a trace of melancholy.
I cannot recall how many Valentine's Days we spent together, or how we celebrated them. Perhaps because we were often apart, the significance faded. Though we lacked the luxury of roses or the drama of grand vows, our life was simple, authentic, and sincere.
Pain and illness are merely symptoms, not the root cause. Heal your soul first, and the body will naturally follow.
Within the phrase "let nature take its course" lies much despair and unyielding resentment—if only you understood.
Siblings are never divided by preference; brothers are never separated by self-interest.