A solitary journey

 　　In a person's world, their place is always fixed; some leave, and others return! Some people turn away and it's a lifetime; some things, once missed, are gone forever! We always arrogantly think we've grown up, that we know a lot, that we've seen through a lot, but have we really understood? In truth, there are some things we ultimately cannot understand or comprehend! We always pretend to be strong, acting as if we don't care!

　　Some say love is like a cup of tea; it won't be bitter forever, but it will be bitter for a while! Knowing I'm older than you, you still made me call you "sister," and from that day on, I stopped calling you by your name and started calling you "Sister Fen." I always thought we'd be very, very far apart, watching the other shore flowers bloom and fade together, until the end of time! But when the dream ends, I realize I've walked alone, drifting further and further away, with no more letters! I wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, smiling as I comfort myself, "If you are well, then it's a sunny day!" I wish you happiness and joy!

　　A solitary journey… There may be mud... there may be wind and rain... it may not be perfect... it may not be exciting enough... but I still believe that a person's path can be unique, with its own flavor, still wonderful, just with an added touch of loneliness! I will continue to walk this path as always, but you will no longer be with me! Because I have gradually become accustomed to keeping company with loneliness... I

　　will walk this path alone...

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