[Sad] If I miss it, I will ensure he is safe and well

If missed, then protect him well\ Haruki Murakami said: If in love, then hold hands until old; if missed, then protect him well. When I saw this sentence, I quietly felt moved alone. Not because the sentence itself was particularly touching, nor because I found some consolation in it, but simply because of a sudden, uncontrollable emotion.\ Many words often make us emotionally stirred for no reason, without understanding why; many words can make us inexplicably sad without grasping their real meaning; many words can stir waves deep inside us without knowing why we let our imaginations run wild. Perhaps it's just because that sentence expresses our inner voice, perhaps because we found in those words something we wanted and resonated with it, perhaps it's because our mood was just right when we saw that sentence at the perfect moment, or maybe it's just something from the depths of our soul tugging at our nerves… Just as we like to loop a song endlessly, maybe it's just because we like the beautiful lyrics, maybe simply because we like a certain melody and style, maybe simply because the song matches our mood at the time, nothing more.\ In life, we will miss many people, and we will miss many sceneries. Yet, if missed, perhaps we can meet again; perhaps if missed, we become strangers, or maybe we can still be friends. But maybe life will be better if we are quieter; if in love, then hold hands until old; if missed, then protect him well.\ If missed, just like the other person advised, no being emotional, no secretly missing them, no looking back, live your own separate life quietly, silently blessing each other in your hearts, without disturbing each other. A faint care, a faint remembrance is enough.\ If missed, then protect him well. Everything is just a deliberate arrangement by heaven, not for us to forcibly make two hearts that originally have no direct connection entangle. We can hate, we can love, but we must not be indifferent, and we must not resent the unfairness of heaven. Not loving is simply not loving, no reason needed; leaving is simply leaving, no excuse required.If you really want a reason, want an excuse, and if a reason is really given, if an excuse is obtained, then so what? Perhaps none of it is truly the outcome you desire.

Originally, it was just a mistake of "riding across the wilderness not as a returning person but as a passerby." We don't need to be so stubborn, we don't need to force things. Loving someone is difficult, being loved by someone is also difficult. If two hearts strive to no avail and never come together, then quietly, without words, let it become a missed opportunity, protecting each other and keeping each other safe.

If it is missed, then protect them and keep them safe. A miss is not your fault, nor mine, nor anyone's fault; it is just that we need to set off to reach the next station. It is not that you did not try hard, nor that I did, but destiny likes to play tricks on right and wrong. It is not that I do not know how to cherish, nor that you do, but life is a play composed of joys and sorrows, meetings and partings.

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If it is missed, then protect them and keep them safe. Perhaps life needs a quieter posture, even quieter, no noise, no clamor, gentle care, silent blessings, and that is enough!