Time has passed; it’s already been years since then

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This post was last edited by tuicheng on 2016-2-20 at 17:28. The Lantern Festival is just a few days away; I don’t want the year to pass by so quietly. Some stories lose their original flavor before we even have the chance to savor them properly. A mix of sighs and relief. 　　Time is the hardest thing to grasp. Like the setting sun, like yellowed leaves drifting down. Even if it’s the most beautiful, what can be done about it? Watching the sun sink behind the western hills, with the fallen leaves buried in the yellow soil. Everything became a story, things of yesterday. 　　I’ve always liked to regard life as a series of past events—not dwelling on the past, nor worrying about the future. Like a duckweed leaf, drifting with the currents of time. Many people don’t like who I am now, and maybe that includes you as well. I am just walking on a lonely path, with no one else but myself. Moving forward against the sun, with one’s own shadow by side. 　　The river of time is never turbulent; it is merely the gentle flow of a stream. Occasionally, there might be some fluctuations, but they don’t create many waves; in no time, it flows peacefully as before. 　　Life brings too many stories, and I’m not even halfway there yet. Sometimes one longs for what lies ahead, while at other times one misses the joys and sorrows of the past. Life is like a notebook, with each page documenting what happens. When the first page of your notes begins to yellow, will you still open it to take a look at the fading traces of ink? 　　Time flies, and people grow old. In the years to come, it’s unknown who will be there to walk this path with me. I don’t know who will deviate from your path along the way, and who will walk alongside you. An unknown future, and a known past. All will flow silently along this river of time. Perhaps known, perhaps unknown, it was recorded in the notes and became a story. 　　Time has passed; it has become part of the bygone years. No matter how many romantic moments there are, they fade away as time goes by.