Maybe, you still have a lot to say, but you didn't; in fact, I still have a lot of questions to ask, but I didn't. For example... for example... and for example... But ultimately, they were left unsaid. Such a simple conversation made me dazed throughout the following week. This simple dialogue caused me to drift off while reading the ending of the novel "Campus All-Round Genius" to my students on the podium: "That person, may never come back, or may return 'tomorrow'..." I said, "Here, 'tomorrow' is in quotation marks..." Then I thought of you.
I want to say, that someone, don't think about who will come back. Tomorrow? Who knows what tomorrow will bring? You must get over this hurdle yourself. Although I know it's hard for you. But you once told me, the harder it is, the stronger we must be. As long as you believe, no mountain is too high, no river too wide to cross.
I want to say, that someone, believe that at the next stop, you'll meet your happiness, with a smile like a flower!
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Do you remember that night when you said on the phone,
You said, girl, you must take good care of your 25th year.
I said, yes, sure!
In fact, women, you know, what we need to cherish isn't just our 25th year, but our entire lives.
Today is really cold, but where I am, there's a lot of carbon dioxide, and even now, my brain feels a bit oxygen-deprived. Just walking in the wind makes me think of you, hurry up, let me see you being calm and composed again! That someone, you must be well!
1.. Remember a simple conversation, not all of it, just the parts I can recall, though it wasn't long ago.
Perhaps you won't see it, perhaps many years later you'll see it here, through the blurred and bright passage of time.
Perhaps what I remember now, you won't remember anymore.
Perhaps by then neither of us will remember which year or which night I'm writing about now.
But I still wrote it down, in 2012, at least now, I still remember, and my heart aches faintly.
I ache for you, that someone, the once so stubborn girl, now struggling alone through hardships.
I want to say, that someone, you will definitely turn this page!
That someone, if you're well, it's a sunny day.
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Today at the meeting, I was very bored, I wanted to enter your blog but finally resisted, because you said on the phone that night that it was full of sadness, and what I fear most now is sadness.
I've said, in 2012, I want to learn to be a warm woman, a smiling woman. Happy and knowing how to be happy, happy and making those around me happy. Occasionally whimsical, but not sharp. Occasionally sensitive, but not neurotic. So, at 25, I refuse sadness, even yours!
Today, the expert at the meeting spoke a lot, but I still felt bored. Then, I couldn't help myself from drifting into thoughts and unconsciously recalling that evening's conversation.
Not all of it, just some simple exchanges.
However, just these were enough to make me believe that true friendship, regardless of how time changes, life becomes complicated, or hearts become tangled, will always give you real trust and reliance, making you burst into tears without reason.
Just these were enough to remind me that happiness may come easily, but guarding happiness is really not easy. So, if you encounter happiness, you must guard and cherish it well.
If you haven't met it yet, then believe that time will bring you the right person, fingers interlocked, growing old together.
3. That year, you were 25, laughing under the warm embrace.
That year, I was 23, plain-faced in the university campus.
That year, I was spinning happily in the city filled with osmanthus fragrance, carefree.
That year, you put on your wedding dress, waiting for my blessings, rushing forward without hesitation.
That year, you said: Isn't the university life we dreamt of beautiful?
I said, yes, living it for you. You said, good.
That year, I said: Is married life sweet?
You said, yes, you experienced it first. I said, good.
That year, I was busy with my thesis and work, covered in dust.
That year, you had already settled down, peaceful and tranquil.
Occasional calls, late at night, talking about love;
Occasional calls, on the train, talking about time;
Occasional calls, in the bed, talking about life;
Of course, only occasionally, in the tunnel of space and time, friendship remains faintly warm but gradually fades.
Since then, each lived their own life, finding joy in their own way.
Since then, missing and caring for each other became something far apart.
Maybe both understand, as long as we're still here, that's good enough, at least we're still here.