Playing the Piano, Gently Offering Away Worries and Concerns; Who Knows the Precious Time Lost to Whom?
There are no incurable wounds, no insurmountable despair; all that is lost will return in another way.
On days filled with hope, who knows the sadness and helplessness within my heart.
Like a beautiful bride, it's no match for the relentless passage of time.
Too many 'whys' have no answers, and too many answers have no 'whys'.
Perhaps everything has a fixed destiny; sought but not found, abandoned but not forgotten.
In memory, there are moments experienced without particular significance, but when recalled, they surpass all words.
Within the rings of time, memories are faint, separated by half a city's distance, smiles can't penetrate the bustling crowds.
Just hoping we'll remember each other in a suitable moment, at peace and unharmed.
Fleeting moments, a touch of warmth, embrace a sense of tranquility, guard a quiet heart, without sadness.
Side by side on the path, every passage of time walked together is a longing from a past life.
With varying degrees of intensity and lightness, they are the brief encounters of autumn winds, warm and comforting, like the first leaves of autumn.
A sudden fragrance filled the air, the fragrant jasmine bloomed again, fleetingly passing by like a tapestry of flowers, falling petals changing the autumn hues.
A clear melody, love without regret, like ink staining the moments of remembering you, permeating the time spent thinking of you.
The connection was brief, I won't let you remain silent and speechless, leaving my world.
Turning back, the mountains and rivers are vast and distant, lingering in the corners of a soulful gaze.
Life's relationships, in the endless cycle of the four seasons, gradually transform into the vicissitudes of time.
Transient sparks, only last a fleeting moment of brilliance; too many emotions, however, cannot withstand the twists and turns of time.
Perhaps my silent anticipation will be lost in a completely unrelated ending.
Many things, many thoughts and concerns, eventually return, perhaps just like a dream, ultimately empty.
Many things are unchangeable, it's best to be calm and composed,
Repeatedly, years pass, endlessly overlapping, the past, continuously lingering, emotions, continuously swirling, thoughts and feelings,Year after year, flowers are similar, people change with each passing year, time changes, inevitably changing, sorrowful, who can bear it,
