[Prose Essay] Melancholy.
Today is your birthday\ Why am I the only one not invited in your friend circle\ Immerse myself in water\ Throw away my thoughts\ Sit on the street without you\ Recall the tenderness you brought to my life\ We once sat together in this familiar place\ I grilled meat with you\ Drank wine together*\ Now I can only sit alone\ Watching the meat burn on the grill\ Everything seems unrelated to me\ In this silent moment, I can only quietly express my heartache:\ The wind chills, the trees bend lightly,\ The pond reflects the scene, and the wind sounds gentle.\ At night, hearing the soundless noises outside the window,\ I realize cold rain drips from the branches.\ At night, looking at flowers, they have no color,\ In the daytime, admiring lanterns, they never cease.\ In dreams, I softly murmur your words.\ Only in the drunken pavilion do I realize sorrow becomes even sorrowful.
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*The wine here does not refer to red wine, but a very low-alcohol drink that tastes similar to grape juice.
......When you think you will never love someone else the way you loved her, but when the right person appears, you will shamelessly fall in love with her anyway.
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