Author Ye Yi
Just stand at night and cry silently. Don't ask me why, because I'm so sad. The meteor streaked across the night sky and fell into the eternal darkness. The leaves fluttered in the wind, leaving a sigh in the air. The thunder has sounded and the rain has fallen. What season is it now? I don't want to know. Will the sun come out? Can the last wild chrysanthemum in the snow survive? I don't want to know. And you, are you still walking in my dream garden? Are you smiling at me at the other end of the night? I don't want to know!
But I clearly know that flowers are doomed to wither when they are in full bloom; At the beginning of flying, wings are doomed to fall; Life is doomed at the moment of birth. Just like the moment you came to me, my heart lit up and you were leaving. What I don't know is, when did the flowers wither? Where did the wings fall? When does life end? The car has left, and people are on the road, walking step by step and approaching the finish line inch by inch. The result is clear at a glance, but we can still move on. Sad? Lost? Yes, but, there is no way, it can only be so.
In my dream, someone told me that you would come to me one day; In my heart, there has always been a hint that you will eventually rest at the end of the world, where my life can't reach. Your beauty turned into flying sparks and burned my eyes; Your tenderness turned into a sword, which stung my heart. You turned and smiled at me. I understand the meaning of your smile. How I want to hold you and let you stay for one more minute, just one more minute! How I wish I could hug you like that and never let you leave again. However, I can only stand where I am and stare at your back until you disappear and can't be found again. My heart is full of helplessness and sadness, and more and more intense pain really attacked me. I know that from this moment on, you are the pain in my heart forever.
How many stories have you had? I don't want to know. Will you go to the mountain or the seaside? I don't want to know. Will we meet again? Can we still walk through Shangri-La together? I don't want to know. All I know is that everything in the world, emotions, life and death, and blaming others, is arranged by God. All I know is that on this night, I am lonely and fragile! Life is in a hurry and the road ahead is too long. Is every meeting a sad beginning? Every lovesickness ends in loneliness? Is it true that all life has finally ushered in the morning after a long night? All the burning will turn to charcoal ash? Keep your mouth shut, don't tell me you know the answer, I don't want to know … I really don't want to know!
Don't answer, don't promise, just close your eyes at this moment, stand at night, hold your hand far away and feel that tenderness again.
You came in no hurry.
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