I see how enchanting the green hills are, and I imagine they must see me the same way.
A side note.
Looking across the long river of history, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, love is undoubtedly a subject worth depicting in rich detail. Yet in my view, every story ultimately expresses something much the same.
That is, a person's choice.
Can childhood sweethearts, who grew up together without a care in the world, really compare with that one breathtaking glimpse in the bloom of youth?
If Guo Jing had never set foot in the Central Plains, would he have married Princess Huazheng, and lived happily ever after with her, surrounded by children and grandchildren?
If Yue Lingshan had never met Lin Pingzhi, would she have married Linghu Chong and helped her senior brother make the Chongling Swordplay flourish throughout the Huashan School?
Alas, there are no ifs.
Even Detective Conan, a series many of us have followed since childhood, has been drawn by its creator, Gosho Aoyama, into an inescapable love triangle. Ai Haibara and Ran, Conan Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo: will this story ever have a perfect ending?
Of course not.
Because no matter who is chosen, the one who isn't may spend the rest of their life regretting it.
And yet, whether we love or are loved, love is the most beautiful hymn in each of our lives.
No matter the circumstances, being chosen wholeheartedly by someone, or choosing someone wholeheartedly, is one of the happiest things in the world.
When we grow old and look back on our youth, remembering those lovely people who once flickered in and out of our lives, our hearts will surely fill with warmth.
Because love, whether given or received, is the brightest part of our brief lives.
I hope you will always be happy.
I hope you will always be loved.
