Just in Time, Long in Coming

The belated wind just happened to meet you, All encounters in the world seem to have a hidden meaning of "just right". It may arrive too late to catch the first flowers of spring. I can't keep up with the young man's rush, But at the moment when you are most accustomed to being alone and need warmth the most, you will gently knock on the door. Just like the wind that has been waiting for a long time, Finally passed through the crowded streets and brushed the hair between my eyebrows, Not early, not late, It just falls in the softest part of your heart. You can understand it when you have a feast, Those nights spent alone, those loneliness hidden in silence, It is not a blank space of fate, But to wait for someone, Someone who can see through the fragility beneath her pretense of calmness at a glance, One who can understand the softness behind her seemingly strong appearance. Love is never an unexpected glimpse, But she stood at the lonely ferry, He rushed towards me with tenderness in his heart and whispered softly: Don't be afraid, I don't want to leave you alone. Love is that he saw her loneliness and was unwilling to let her bear it alone, Love is a belated encounter and just the right companionship, Love is a deep affection that grows slowly in ordinary days and lasts for years. I hope that when you open this book, you can find your own "just the right time" between the lines.