Many times, my silence doesn't mean I don't understand.

1Some feelings are like bubbles blown from soap suds – fragile and beautiful, with nowhere to rest. Letting them go, is breakage; holding them, is emptiness.

2When you dress yourself in the clothes of someone else's wedding, I'll never mention the old days.

3Heart, repeatedly injured, when it returns again, will you still look forward to its wholeness?

4You suddenly enlightened me, our time together could be measured in years. You've found the one you love, and I'm still wandering in place.

5The furthest distance isn't across oceans or continents, but the fact that I know you don't love me, and yet I still fight for your love.

6I've always felt I wasn't good enough, but I'm truly, truly honest.

7I spent the equivalent of a sack of money on my education, and then exchanged it for books. After graduating, I used those books to earn money, but I couldn't even afford a sack.

8To live beautifully, you need to endure a great deal—no complaining, no explanations.

9I used the most reckless courage of my youth to love someone, only to find that I didn't even have the courage to forget you.

10Sometimes, I say nothing, it doesn't mean I don't understand.