<Beautiful Writing><Tender Years, the Loneliness That Touches>

Fleeting scenes froze my gaze. I vaguely saw from a distance, yet did not see the lonely past... Night pulled back its curtain, the moonlight like a candle. The sky, brimming with starlight, accompanied the falling tears, making the gloom even heavier. The cold was biting, and I shivered dazedly. The passing wind slipped through my fingertips, stealing my warmth, yet forgetting to take away my drifting emotions. Glamorous youth was too lavish, and I struggled to grasp it. Fleeting moments passed too quickly, leaving no time to hold on, no time to look back. I almost frantically searched in memory for that once-desired loneliness. Time hurriedly left before my eyes, leaving no reason, leaving no message. Loneliness also forgot the way home. Strange emotions inexplicably filled my chest. The dust of years sprinkled over the journey home, and old past stirred the whole memory awake. Alone under the moonlight, I mourned, letting my uncontrolled heart beat violently. The scent of past events permeated the air, moistening my breath. The broken pieces in my memory ignited my loneliness, and tears burst forth, drowning my aimless sorrow. It turns out, what we call loneliness, is merely self-deception. We are still moving forward, the scenery along the way too rough. I lingered in the crowd, hoping for tomorrow. Occasionally glancing back, elegant sadness... Yi Jing Nian, related readings: Seeking loneliness, not asking about the end or gathering of people. Fool's Dream: Love is the lie that loneliness tells (waitin) Falling in love with autumn's loneliness Not letting shadows be lonely If one day, we meet again Loneliness at the fingertips, smoke of longing Night not yet over, loneliness not yet its final chapter. At the year's end, murmuring through time, composing for you a song of a thousand years' love.