The person who is attracted to you is just a passer-by. Those who are willing to put on an apron for you and walk into the daily necessities of life are the ones who are returning home. I long for a journey that will never get lost, from the dim light of morning to the closing of dusk, with green hair twined into frost and snow. When thousands of people are surging, at that moment looking back, your and my eyes collide; in the drizzle and the slippery stone steps, your and my palms touch each other; when the autumn wind rises, we watch the fallen leaves flying side by side, and you and I are connected. Unexpectedly, on the clearest afternoon, we quietly separated in silence. I don't know if this is a gentle gift from fate or a beautiful loss. I have not read your chapters yesterday, but I will accompany you to write your poems for tomorrow, word for word. The best love is not based on suspicion due to your occasional silence, unintentional alienation, or necessary solitude. But when you set sail, ride through storms, and explore unknown islands, I can watch you with peace of mind. No matter where you are or where your thoughts are going, I know that your course will eventually return to our harbor. You are the anchor of my soul.
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