Growth is an experience, maturity is a matter of experience.

Let happiness shine brighter and more open, like the dawn; let loss gradually fade away like the twilight. Mood is like the palm of your hand – up is happiness, down is loss. You won't see both the back of your hand and the palm at the same time. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, exhale last night's nightmares, let the morning breeze carry them away, inhale this morning's fragrance, and decorate tomorrow's dreams. All matters, whether good or bad, are just facts; whether joy or sorrow, it's all a mindset. If you carry tomorrow in your heart, you won't be sad about yesterday.

In the days gone by, those autumn winds, those summer rains, we always thought they contained deep love and passion, telling stories of love's beauty, but it turned out that love wasn't love, and affection wasn't affection. Everything was just loneliness born of loneliness and a wandering of the soul, a sad performance of lies. We let ourselves drift in loss and loneliness, indulge our emotions, and finally realize that love isn't a decoration for loneliness, or a comfort in solitude.