How wonderful! This event has happened to me, giving me another chance to grow; everything happens for a reason and serves my growth.
I can reach for the stars and the moon, I can shatter the galaxy, but I cannot make you live. I can preserve your ageless beauty, but I cannot hold onto your soul.
Only your kiss can represent a rose; only when you are by my side can I smile. Without you, the sky turns gray; for the sky to be colorful, I must have you.
Memories are beautiful, so we can shed tears while smiling and reminisce while weeping.
In moments of joy, I often feel a slight sense of apprehension. I shed tears of emotion even when laughing heartily.
When I cry hopelessly in the pale stretches of time, and despair calls out to challenge me, I am ready to surrender without resistance. Then it is you—your gentle glance, that smile that left me dazed, awakened my noble soul. From then on, the pale time has gained vivid colors.
Past vows might have been superficial; once-passionate heat might have been fleeting. Memory is both lazy and self-deceiving; it leaves behind the best or worst experiences and the strongest impressions, while erasing the trivialities of daily life. Some things are better kept to oneself, for the answers may be hard to accept; some people are best understood through clarity, for emotions cannot be forced.
I have little talent for pleasing you, but I am more sincere than anyone.
It feels as though we have never truly said goodbye, yet it feels as though we are always saying goodbye. We often blindly believe that friendship can defeat time, only to be defeated by it. We always say "keep in touch" when parting, thinking we will remain close, only to find that staying in contact is the hardest part.
Hunger is the best seasoning, and exhaustion is the best bed.
