In the next phase of life's continuation, will wisdom surpass love, or will love exceed wisdom? How many signals of friendship will our currently immature souls emit, and how much nourishment of friendship will we receive? This is a dilemma that feels almost fated, one that one cannot rashly answer. As we stand in autumn, we can only offer silent prayers. The wind blowing through our hearts carries a hint of coolness.
Friend, in the days we have walked together, I failed to bring you many smiles. This is my greatest regret on the path of life. However, friend, the joy you brought me will be the most beautiful scenery in my memories.
Only those who cherish friendship and respect others can truly have friends and possess genuine affection. Only by learning tolerance, being empathetic, and treating people with humility can one taste the sweetness and beauty of friendship.
The wind blows through, hollow and empty. Another year has quietly passed, and next year, it will likely pass in the same way. I do not know if depression hides behind stability, or if stability ultimately resides within depression. It is just that we, we can never find the answer.
When I wake up and realize that yesterday has drifted away, I, possessing nothing, listen to the melancholy and cold autumn melody on the blog. Yesterday recorded sadness, and I thought it would leave with time, yet why does it linger, making me forget the way home? At the end of summer, I often sit alone in daze, lost in silence.
The noise and brightness of the mundane world, the secular joy and happiness, are like a clear stream, flowing in the wind, before my eyes, gurgling past. Warmth rushes out like spring water. I have no grand expectations; I simply want you to be happy, not sorrowful.