When the Melons Are Ripe

This world is changing every moment. The things around us change, the people around us change, people's hearts change, and we change too.

Where there are things that change, there are also things that stay the same.

“Love” has seemed so mysterious for thousands of years. Sometimes it can overcome anything; sometimes it has no power at all. It can fill the regrets in life, yet somehow it is also love that creates even more regrets.

What is love?

Everyone has their own answer.

For sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds, it is like the green fruit on a tree, so tempting. They know it isn't ripe, yet they can't help itching to pluck it, impatient to taste it. Only when it reaches their lips do they discover its bitterness. When everything has faded away, they finally understand its unique flavor.

For people in their twenties, it may represent a memory, one full of regrets, yet one that still makes them smile when they think back on it.

For me, perhaps it is silence with tears in my eyes.

When someone is immersed in love, they always do things that seem almost absurd. When someone can make amends for their regrets and live without guilt, everything has reached its conclusion.

To have met once is better than never having crossed paths; to have loved once is better than never having confessed!