You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while someone else watches you from above. The bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate someone else's dream.
We have all been right and wrong, and we have loved but forgotten. Perhaps you cried when we parted, while I, despite the pain, simply smiled.
There is a term in this world called "inevitability"; since it is so, one might as well stop running and face it.
I once read a beautiful passage: I think even if one day the past nights are blown into dust by time, a piece of moonlight belonging to you will still remain, hanging eternally in my heart. I believe such moments last a lifetime in someone's journey. As for those who promised to always remember, I wonder where they have gone. Passing years always bring heartache.
It turns out that all worldly affairs cannot withstand time; joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all defeated by it in the end.
Everyone desires a brilliant life. We know we must strive, we know our flaws, and we know the reasons for our failure, yet we find it so difficult to overcome them. This is perhaps our greatest sense of helplessness.
If you wish to avoid being disappointed by life, the only way is to stop placing expectations upon it.
The amusement park spins tirelessly, round and round. It does not know that even if it never stops for 24 hours, no one will stay for 365 days.