Who feels melancholy amidst the passing years?

     Time continues its relentless flow, etching its marks on the rings of time. I've always wanted someone to give me an hourglass, to see how time truly passes. I'm also searching for that person to share this long life with...


    Season after season has passed in melancholy. The autumn air is cool now, hinting at winter's chill, far surpassing the end of summer. I love autumn, its melancholy, its captivating beauty, like walking through a painting. "Azure skies, yellow leaves, autumn colors stretching to the waves, cold mist rising from the water." Only the sorrowful can truly understand this sentiment. I stand alone on the streets where seasons have faded, on life's journey, lost in thought. Time

    is merciless, and we grow old. Time spins round and round; looking back, so many years have passed. How much can we truly cherish? Those years that have drifted away with the wind, those people, those events—are they preserved in the depths of memory? How much can we truly hold onto? Should we chase after the past, or abandon it, and pursue tomorrow? That endless road was just a continuous circle. If you have no expectations for tomorrow, or if you're just repeating yesterday's routine, living a meaningless life, is that simple or decadent? Pushing open the half-closed door, dragging my weary body and soul, I wander aimlessly in this lonely, cold night, not searching for the end of the road, but feeling the profound solitude, as if passing through a lifetime in an instant.

    Liking someone is easy, but loving is hard. Sometimes you love the right person… but at the wrong time! Perhaps time is the furthest distance in the world. Even if yesterday's laughter and joy appear before your eyes, they can never be reenacted. How can such a relationship be written…? A relationship without an ending, like this unfinished piece of writing, cannot be continued. Alas…

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