Holding onto a memory, accompanying the passage of time.

     Holding onto a longing, I watch over the passing time.

    If there were no wind, the clouds would be the rain's guardians. If there were no dreams, waiting would waste time. If there were no you, where would my burning heart find rest?

    On the road of love, I've stumbled and bumped along the way, experiencing joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, only to return to the starting point once more. This time, however, I've seen through it all, unwilling to believe in or try again the beauty of love. Holding onto a longing, I watch over the fleeting time. No matter how the years ravage me, I'm willing to endure loneliness and live a solitary life.

    I never imagined love could make someone weary. I never imagined one could live well alone. I used to think that even if someone didn't believe in love, they would still have the ability and courage to love again. But later I realized I was completely wrong. A broken heart is like a mirror; once broken, it's broken forever. Even if it's mended, it will still be full of scars.

    So, a person may only truly love one person in their lifetime. But in reality, besides love, there's life, family, and the future. Therefore, most people put love aside for the sake of life. I, however, am a fool—a fool willing to sacrifice my life for love. Even so, in the end, I am still alone. But I still persist. I refuse to believe in love anymore, nor am I willing to compromise. Therefore, I can only be alone.

    Walking alone on the road, feeling lonely and desolate, I was struggling to keep going. Suddenly, the gloomy sky started to rain, soaking me before I could find shelter. I resigned myself to it and let the rain soak me. Thankfully, it was early spring, and the rain wasn't too cold, but my heart felt so cold. People on the street hurried by with umbrellas, but no one stopped to pay attention to me, not even to glance back. Rain streamed down my forehead and into my eyes, hurting so much I could barely open them. This feeling was so familiar.

    Yes! I remembered. One rainy day years ago, I was also drenched in this downpour. As I frantically ran around, you appeared. Back then, we were just colleagues, but you, in your kindness, held an umbrella over me in the rain. It was because of that umbrella that my love for you blossomed. Many years later, today, you and I have become strangers. I don't know where you left the umbrella you once held for me, but I'll never forget the way you held it for me in the rain that day. Since then, I've never been caught in the rain again, because your words of advice always echo in my ears.

    But today, I forgot your advice and didn't bring an umbrella. Sadly, this time, there's no one to hold it for me. But I didn't panic like before. I walked slowly in the rain, quietly and naturally. Some say that lonely people are free, but if a person is too free, their mind will wander. Maybe that's me! Whether in the past or now, I always overthink.

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