The Passing Years, Smiling Peacefully

To meet you in my lifetime, I am willing to give up everything. Hand in hand to spend the years together, as long as I can see you smiling, my heart will be at ease. There are always some people around us, not necessarily many, not necessarily few, not necessarily the best, not necessarily the most valued, not necessarily the most indispensable, but they are often the people who light up each other's lives. Time flies by, and time never looks back. What cannot be kept is her footsteps. I hope that in the time that is about to pass, we can cry and laugh together. When we are gray-haired, we can sigh: Our meeting was not in vain. In An Xia's diary, it was written over and over again that all the endings of Xi Murong's "Youth" had been written, and all the tears had started, but he suddenly forgot what kind of beginning it was, in that ancient summer that would never come back. ... Then I opened the yellowed title page, and fate had bound it extremely poorly. With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again. But I have to admit that youth is a too hasty book.