The beauty within waiting weaves a vibrant tapestry of life, interlaced with the sweet and sour, the joys and sorrows. Waiting acts as a refreshing toner, allowing one to maintain a serene and balanced mindset amidst the unpredictable ups and downs of life. It enables us to find a simple, quiet happiness within the fleeting years.
I remember the place where you lived, ironically named "Bridge," where there wasn't a single proper bridge in sight, only a calm river flowing day and night. I felt no regret at the time, for you walked with me along the country paths. I still recall the scattered villages and the sparse tall trees dotting the roadside. There was a small pond where we sat quietly on the bank, watching white ducks play with delight, and a sense of happiness slowly washed over us. Later, I often reflected that I was perhaps a fish swimming in your river or a butterfly fluttering along your path. I wished to know how to swim happily in your waters and fly gracefully along your roads. But today, I am a weary traveler, departing silently with a heart full of loneliness and lingering attachment...