It seems you should be a passerby, yet you hold such an important place in my heart.
Maturity is about always bringing your own umbrella when you go out, rarely getting yourself wet. It's about controlling your tears, rarely getting moved to cry. Maturity is learning to love yourself well, taking good care of yourself. You gradually form an independent individual, not relying on everything outside for your life. No one, definitely won't pick you up in the rain. No one, will understand your heart.
I've met so many people, but why always you, the one who seems to be a passerby, occupies such an important position in my heart.
From birth, it actually began with a countdown to separation from your parents. Gradually learn to loosen your parents' hands to walk, go to kindergarten, school, leave home to live, study, work… slowly drifting away, feeling your parents are nagging and annoying, don't understand you, lack a common language… but forget that they never looked down on us when we were young. Treasure the time you spend with your parents, because no one knows when this countdown will reach zero.
At a certain age, you have to learn to be silent and taciturn, every word should be meaningful and weighty. Maintain composure, treat major events with calmness, have your own moral bottom line.
Don't cry over trivial matters, don't resent petty people. You have to dress neatly and comfortably, relaxed and self-sufficient when facing life. Live a simple and peaceful life, at ease and straightforward, do things that make you happy. Maintain hope for life, smile when facing difficulties and setbacks, keep your ideals, even if they are distant.
Accept loneliness, accept loss, accept that you are incomplete, you'll be defeated by unexpected events sometimes. Maybe acceptance is difficult to swallow, but when you can't bear it, learn to forgive yourself.
The most eternal happiness is ordinary, the longest possession in life is cherishing.
As long as you do what you love, fatigue and hardship are a kind of satisfaction, a kind of happiness. Don't give up before the last moment. The things you gain in the end aren't luck, sometimes, they must be the hard work in the front, then there will be a chance encounter later.
Life is like the weather, there is forecast, but always surprising. The cold air suffocates me, I can't breathe, you and me, there is a distance of one billion raindrops, punctuating our sadness.
This rain, I always hope it continues, continues. Rain's secret love, can continue forever. I believe, I will see the beauty of the rainbow. Listening to the sound of rain, one drop at a time clear, raindrops on petals glistening like pearls, rain wet my heart, my tears like lines flow in my heart. I learned to let go, finally understand that sentence: no matter how good the plot is, it's still a play.
