In this Life, You Are the Dream I Can Never Wake From
Time flows, passing through every spring and autumn, every star and moon. There are always some feelings that are not forgotten in time, a feeling of timelessness.
Lost in the vast wilderness, when deeply buried memories are unexpectedly awakened, a sense of melancholy inevitably arises, and all emotions are transformed into tears, flowing freely as the soul whispers and sings. As tears fall, one cannot help but contemplate the brevity of life, the limits of love. Yet, this profound sadness always lingers in a secluded corner of the heart, a dream that can never awaken.
Once upon a time, a chance encounter occurred in a beautiful era. Back then, we were young, and you unexpectedly entered my unguarded world, so genuine and sincere that you completely shattered my defenses. Like a gentle breeze, you warmed my heart. Without any preordained arrival, you stealthily captured my soul, and I was completely unprepared.
Love may be an unspeakable wonder, occurring regardless of wealth, occasion, or time. It arrives quietly and warmly, without reason or warning. When suddenly remembered, it comes naturally. Perhaps the initial encounters are pure, evoking the most heartfelt emotions. Perhaps meeting is destined to lead to this endless longing. Young hearts, facing the stirring of love, always beat with excitement. Simple love arrives so vividly and beautifully, and gradually, we find ourselves caught within it.
From then on, I happily and quietly lived, looking forward to the sunrise of tomorrow, because you are here. From then on, a small heart weaves a small dream, about us, about the future. My sky is now filled with vibrant colors, as I watch the dawn and dusk, even the longing is a timeless feeling. Although I cannot be with you, I willingly exchange a fleeting moment of longing for an eternal memory. You will become an unforgettable memory in my life.
When the night is deep and the lights are extinguished, I inevitably think of you, perhaps the longing does not need a reason. It's just a feeling, a gentle feeling, as if a miracle is calling, quietly missing your lips slightly curved smile, a pure and innocent smile, a clear and distant smile. Memories about you appear like a series of pictures, so genuine, so captivating, so deeply entrenched, yet how can I grasp your face?
Love may not be maintained because of beauty, but because of maintaining, and I willingly immerse myself in this sweet and painful longing. I love you, I cherish the past, I strive to appreciate the present, I yearn for the future, and I'm lost in this solitary longing, longing to the point of sadness until dawn.
Were we too young? Were we too reckless? We once considered love vows to be false lies, and you quietly retreated for love. The promises we made, now serve as excuses for pain. We once didn't cherish what we had, and now, when we recall, it lasts forever. The tears fall, soaking our mood and our dreams.
The faces that have cried, the air washed by rain, the tired mind and body, how can we bear this profound sadness? Perhaps I stubbornly insisted on something I shouldn't have? Or perhaps you carelessly abandoned what you shouldn't have. This love, this affection, I have let go of my dignity and my mood, but how can I let go of you?
There are always various endings in life: about encounters, about longing, about missed opportunities. We were once naive about love, destined to be forgotten by the river; we once thought memories could slowly fade, but when a moment suddenly comes to mind, the tears fall, and we can no longer deceive ourselves. Today, you are my dream that can never awaken.
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