How far can longing reach?

     Longing remains, yet silence prevails.

    It's not that I have no one to rely on, but rather that I cannot, and I don't want to burden others further. Therefore, I must be strong.

    Now, I don't know if it's for myself or for others, but I'm trying, trying my best to be the best version of myself. Sometimes I feel bitter, tired, and wronged, even wondering why I'm like this, but I tell myself to restrain myself, to be patient, and to be tolerant.

    Restraint and patience, courage and responsibility, calmness and composure, understanding and easygoingness, tolerance and gratitude, composure and calmness, a gentle nature, and a magnanimous and elegant demeanor. There's so much to learn, to think about, and to do. And all of this is simply to make myself a little better, to make someone's eyes linger on me for a moment.

    I always want to write something, but I don't want the sadness in my bones to disturb the happiness within. I'll just quietly love, quietly enjoy the peace.

    I am just this kind of person. I'm not good with sweet words, and I don't have any romantic fantasies. The only thing I possess is this burning heart. Maybe it's because I'm unwilling to bow my head and let others distance themselves from me, maybe I've been a lonely child since childhood, maybe my fantasies are always considered pipe dreams by others, maybe from that time on, I was destined to walk a lonely path. But since my goal is the horizon, I'm not afraid of how lonely my silhouette may be.

    I thought I was strong enough, yet I'm still so sentimental. Sometimes tears suddenly well up in my eyes: men, women, friends, family—none of them have it easy. They all have their own untold pain and troubles. Let's treat everyone with understanding and tolerance.

    What can be said, and what can't be said, I keep in my heart. Quietly love those I believe are worthy of love. Say nothing, ask nothing.

    Don't love out of need to satisfy desires or fill the void in life. Such love hurts both parties.

    Whether it's resentment or unwillingness, if you love, you won't be afraid of anything. Let love originate from the bottom of your heart, radiate naturally, without desire or expectation, bringing happiness to yourself and warmth to others. I like simplicity, I like quiet, I like you.

    May you have eyes that never cry, a heart full of sunshine, and an endless supply of romance novels.

    Thinking of you brings a touch of melancholy. I don't want to force things after we've missed each other, but some things are unforgettable, indelible.

    Longing is like replaying memories in my mind again and again; the less I pay attention to them, the more they resurface. She became a mountain, a river in your world; it seems her scent permeates the air.

    In a few days, I will embark on a new journey. I feel a little scared, but also a little excited. Li Ka-shing said, "The best ending is a triumphant return, not a latecomer surpassing the established." I will become that returning triumphant. At that time, this longing will surely become a kind of fortune, because you are the spark that ignites the lamp of hope in my life.

    Years later, how many memories of you will remain? Years later, when I see you again, will my feelings be the joy of a long-awaited reunion, or a return to natural tranquility? But how far does longing reach?

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