The translation of the given Chinese text into English is as follows:
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Almost all people who have lived a certain number of days fall in love at some point. It's as if, after two thousand years of stone-like silence, there’s always so much to talk about. Of course, romantic confessions are filled with a mix of mystery and reality, grandeur and triviality. All fragments of the past and future pile up, improvising into poetic lines like "eternal," "timeless," and "enduring." Then comes sleep, forgetting time, space, hunger, fatigue, long-distance phone bills, and even turning garbage heaps into small paradises.
Jacky Cheung and Maggie Luo cherished their memories and time together, calling it a day when they happily sat on the curb talking until dawn, only to discover they were next to a trash can. The state of being a confidant fascinates many because lonely days weigh heavily on people who work hard, armed to the teeth, spending money like they speak their feelings, saving them one by one. Only such a person knows the password to this installment savings account—a person we all love and find happiness in our ideal.
For many people, the conditions for choosing a spouse often boil down to one simple statement: “I don’t ask for much, just someone I can get along with during life’s journey.” For instance, Wang Zhiwen was looking for a woman, and he had something to say. Years ago, while dining out with a friend, he watched her fall in love. In three sentences, she separated from her boyfriend, took half an hour to eat a bowl of noodles, but he didn’t touch his food. At the next table, a middle-aged couple ate quietly, speaking only to order and pay the bill, almost no extra words exchanged. Frequently watching his girlfriend struggle and interact with others emotionally, he remarked, “It’s truly sad for them; it feels like their sub-childhood has passed, even their words are gone.”
The mindset she was in while in love believed that all love in the world should last forever, even eating becomes the staple, and even sleeping turns into a subject. If one day impresses, then that’s considered big trouble. Recently, passing by the park, he inadvertently saw her and her boyfriend—now a couple of ten years—walking in circles around the track, simply walking without words, naturally leisurely, and almost expressionless. He remembered her theory and couldn’t help but smile. She laughed again and said, “Well, well, I’ve finally realized that old couples sometimes don’t need so much nonsense.”
A lot of hurried talking stems from the eagerness to make him understand you. When he does truly understand you, understanding your furrowed brows as too noisy, knowing how you drink a glass of water in the morning, knowing you dislike crowded places, second-hand smoke, or faces too close, then knowing you must touch his beard stubble each night to fall asleep—what’s the use of repeating so many things?
Both writers and dubious lovers hold onto their thoughts, eager to find words to fill the awkwardness, like transferring flower drums for fear of a momentary vacuum, finding nothing to say creates an extreme embarrassing moment, losing air is simply suffocating. When he was very excited, he exclaimed, “I really want something on credit terms.” Just like that, love—if absent, whether sound or silent, what is its significance? Love that doesn’t speak is another kind of pain. Words are easy to understand but hard to express. Not speaking easily, yet speaking freely feels comfortable. Tacit understanding means not needing to speak, and silence speaks volumes... Do you think it’s not difficult? (Text / Zou Fu Lan)
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