Slowly Heat up the Mind, Warm and Cool

He and I have been tied together since the third grade of elementary school. We were tied together for fifteen years. The heartbeat is real, the tacit understanding is real, the companionship is real, and the love is real. But we are too timid, too restrained, and too accustomed to getting along with each other like warm water. At the age when we should be bravest, we choose to retreat. When we should get closer, we chose to stay away. We chose to miss it when we should be in love most. Later, we each got married, each achieved stability, and each achieved perfection in the secular world. There is no bloodshed, no breakup, and no entanglement. There is only one period, a regret that is slowly cooked through by time. It turns out that the most painful thing is never separation between life and death. But I have owned your whole youth, but in the end I can only wish you: Peaceful year after year, no more births.