Notebook Blown by the Wind

The wind blows gently, with a slight sadness, holding my cheek, as if it is telling the messy and complicated love in this world, do you know? It is only because I love you too much that I let you continue to be willful, that I let you appear in my heart every day, that I reluctantly miss you, that I have the heart to give up my initial attachment to give you the happiness you want most. I record every bit about you with my heart, and write down the most obsessed with you. I am hope, pure hope. When you live in happiness, don't forget that there was once someone who loved you like that... I have heard that love in this world is really so helpless. I originally thought that hard work would get you the truest reward, but I realized that I was wrong. I was so confused that I didn't find out until later that I was so innocent. My life is destined to be full of failures, and then I heal myself in the pain of failure, pretend to be brave and straighten my back, throw away the love that I care about like garbage, then sing extremely discordant songs, drink boring wine, subvert all the truths I originally thought were right, and go my own way. The campus of youth, ah, campus! So many beautiful and pure terms! Do you remember your alma mater? Remember that gentle and lovely girl who has always stayed in your heart? Or that handsome and sunny boy? What a wonderful thing this is! Did he or she remember me on that school road that we must pass every day? After we part ways, will you still remember it like I did, and then ask softly in your heart, how are you far away?