So many sealed love letters, stored in the depths of the internet in mailboxes no longer used. Different people, different times, different years and months, different moods. I haven't touched them for a long time, intentionally or unintentionally. There were so many sleepless nights once upon a time, those words filled with love, or betrayal, or hurt, or longing, accompanied by tears, loneliness, and despair, helped me fall asleep at dawn. A good friend once told me to delete those words, delete those memories of garbage, delete those prolonged harms, delete everything that belongs to the past. Only then can I start again. After hesitating for a long time, I was still reluctant to let go. Reluctant to let go of the brilliance of youth, the heat of what once was, the warmth of what once was, the tenderness of what once was, the regrets of what once was. I originally thought those words wouldn't expire, I originally thought those feelings wouldn't be lost, I originally thought those times would eventually come back, I originally thought those faces would never grow old. For a while, my heart floated in the air, not because of true happiness, but due to the satisfaction brought by someone saying "I love you" every day. Then, like starch wastewater, those words began to fade in my heart, the feelings from those sentences no longer mattered much. So, that mailbox was no longer opened, those love letters were no longer read, those years gradually faded, and the scars of those hurts became less distinct. I no longer cared if those long-stored memories were covered in dust, nor did I care if those past emotions were still as brilliant. I no longer cared if the people who wrote those words still remembered me. That day, the person who said "I love you" every day disappeared. That day, the person who held me up in the air and was about to let go had apologies lingering on their lips. That day, you decided not to cry anymore because you finally understood that tears weren't worth shedding for those who didn't belong to you. Then, when you opened the mailbox full of love letters, you found that the network had swept away those words in those inattentive days, truly making them vanish into thin air. Strangely, your heart no longer felt even a trace of pain, your emotions no longer fluctuated, and there wasn't even a hint of reluctance in your heart. Maybe, you finally understood, some beauty could only belong to the past, some feelings could only belong to certain seasons, some emotions shouldn't be called love, and some people shouldn't be remembered. Farewell Youth Singer: Wang Feng I will set out at dawn in late autumn Accompanied by the swaying of iron-walled carriages Accompanied by the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums Blooming at dawn in red farewell Youth Farewell Beautiful Pain Farewell Youth Eternal Confusion The afterglow slips through the fingertips of memory Carrying the bluebird walking in the snow Carrying the straw hat wailing in the wind Slipping through the burning wind farewell Youth Farewell Beautiful Pain Farewell Youth Forever Home Farewell Youth Farewell Brilliant Sorrow Farewell Youth Eternal Confusion I once sank with the lost harbor station Sinking into the dazzling void at year's end Sinking into the valley hard to freeze Following the silent romantic star lord I watched the prosperous ruins Felt heart-rending melancholy Heard the thunderous explosion of my heart Sank into bottomless sorrow Rather than say, what we are reluctant to let go is time, it might as well say what we are reluctant to let go is ourselves at that time; Rather than say, what we are reluctant to let go is emotion, it might as well say what we are reluctant to let go are those warmth; Rather than say, what we are reluctant to let go is sweetness, it might as well say what we are reluctant to let go are - those people, those emotions, the brief hopes they once brought.
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