I thought the little bird couldn't fly across the sea because it didn't have the courage to do so. Ten years later, I discovered that it's not that the little bird can't make it, but rather, on the other side of the sea, there is no longer any waiting...
Time is like a river, with the left bank being memories we cannot forget, the right bank being the youth worth holding onto, and in between flows swiftly the faint sadness of youth. There are many beautiful things in this world, but truly, very few belong to oneself. Watching the flowers bloom and wither in the courtyard...
Try to resist some melancholic emotions from invading, be indifferent and resolute. Loving once is already a beauty, and I bury these memories in a corner, never to easily touch upon them again.
I yearn for the past you, mourn my seventeen-year-old self left on the bicycle, reminisce about the wind stirred by your fleeting smile, carrying joy and sorrow, never to return, rushing through my fragile youth. Crystal clear, melancholic, infinite.
Melancholy:
The happiness on one's face, others can see. But the pain in one's heart, who can feel?
All melancholic feelings are a waste of a fleeting life, really unnecessary.
Youth is a bright sorrow, I am on the opposite bank of the river, looking quietly and melancholically.
Life is only a few decades long, don't leave yourself with any regrets. Laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, love when it's time to love, no need to suppress yourself. Life has two kinds of bitterness: one is unfulfilled desires, the other is when those desires are fulfilled.
Holding hands is a very melancholic process, because after holding hands comes letting go!
Nothing in this world can last forever. If it flows, it will flow away; if it stays, it will dry up; if it grows, it will slowly wither.
Below is an excerpt of melancholy. Those who enter such a state may understand these words, because to understand a piece of text, one must concentrate fully. Only by doing so can one touch the essence of this melancholy. Therefore, the editor calls for everyone to read with their hearts!
Relevant thematic articles:
When We Grow Old
Being hurt by love
How I Wish to Return to the Past