The autumn colors gradually linger endlessly. In the three thousand worldly affairs, who have I encountered?

The night is not unbearable; I just wish for no dreams. Would that allow me to sleep until dawn? Lazily hiding under the covers, unwilling to move for a long time, letting the overlapping light and shadows outside the window flow, the clouds drifting by. I just want to hold on to a piece of warmth, indulgent in it. Thinking about it, I am just someone who is fond of the clamor of the world; whether staying or moving, neither is the end. Where to go next? How can I appear calm and unhurried?

Put on a record, choose a suitable song. I will always love you.

Whitney Houston's voice spreads through this season, distant and gentle, the perfect tone? Warm and full.

I have always liked watching old movies and listening to the songs of the past. The pace is slow, the tones lingering, often making me wonder: did I come too late? Or did time run too fast?

Vast landscapes quickly flash into my eyes, then retreat to the edge of memory. Slightly cool and shallow, how can I remember these cycles?

Perhaps there is no need to remember at all.

Life itself is forgetting, mentioning you to a few people… I said. It turns out I liked you more than her. Because when it comes to you, I can never mention it easily. Once said, I cannot bear to let it go again. I once said: let me come to your city, to spend an evening of joy.

Only, what I want is a lifetime, but we cannot give each other a lifetime. In fact, we are all fools with intense minds but who do not know how to express ourselves.

Many things boil in the heart and then settle, solitary joys and sorrows, then clouds clear and the wind is light. Lightly thinking of you, living life.

You said: little fool, from tomorrow, strive to be a happy person, eat well, sleep well, smile, be joyful, wait until a house is built, face the sea, spring flowers bloom…

See, I inadvertently think of you and your words again. The warmth remains… dear. If after three years you are still unmarried, then I will come find you, okay?

Memories are not yet silent, but words are already engraved in my heart. We are ultimately both incomplete, still not knowing how to love, give, or protect well. There is no right or wrong, nor is there a win or lose. Who says that in love whoever falls first is destined to lose everything?

We are merely not in control of ourselves, that's all, nothing more. Darling, if you are sure, let me come find you, okay?

What does eternally or once having had mean? I just need a warm embrace. That is enough.