The Heavy Showers Have Begun to Subside Again

Memories, for me, are not about remembering things that I regretted in the past, nor are they anesthetizing my current self in past memories. It's better to call it a farewell than a memory. It was a kind of relief that said goodbye to the past while moving forward. How wonderful it would be to be able to recall the tears and songs of youth in the next hundred years of life and find that there are exactly traces to follow! I told myself that we should be good friends, channeling each other's bad moods, supporting each other's worries, and forming a side-by-side friendship. What I want to do is a tree that stands alone, not a vine that clings to the tree and makes it cumbersome and troublesome. Since he illuminated me with a beam of light inadvertently, that beam of light should still be clean and clear, as bright as the bright moon, unstained by dust. Moreover, sooner or later, the light will be like the wind that once appeared. The wind will pass without leaving a trace, and the light will come and go without intention. I should understand this truth as soon as possible. I think that's about all I can think of, or what I can do.