Goodbye, or no longer to be seen

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These days, whenever I find some quiet time, I think of the past； Every scene that comes to mind is so moving, so captivating. Is this what it means for time to bring sorrow? 　　Perhaps I was too young, or perhaps too naive at that time. I always thought we could make it to the end, becoming little flames in each other’s afterglow ； Thinking I would meet my friends again after many years ； But now, we haven’t been in touch for a long time, yet I still miss you greatly. Reality has mocked my naivety, and parting has laughed at my innocence ； Perhaps we’re all in touch, but we’re all busy with our own careers and families ； Who has the time to care about anyone else? Perhaps fate is just playing a joke on me, wanting to leave me with a little flutter of emotion. 　　Repeated encounters, repeated separations ； Is it to prevent me from greedily possessing this beautiful bond? I think so; perhaps I don’t have the ability right now, or I don’t want these good things to be with me. So I had to work hard to change myself, yet I lost touch with goodbye. 　　My friends, we might see each other again, but when I want to meet up, I no longer have those same feelings as before; we’re just friends. And some friends might never be seen again. 　　I really want to become a madman, a madman who isn’t understood by others. But it’s not that easy to be madman; one needs the means to do so, enough resources to go mad. Life is a long journey; the mad have their advantages. I’ll just remain a stranger in this land.