Sometimes, some people leave without a goodbye.
Sometimes, some things are clear without being spoken.
Sometimes, some roads seem longer even without being walked.
Those people, those things, those roads—they are just those things, just things that have passed with time.
I often stare blankly at the spaces of the past; those friends who promised never to leave are gone, turned away, strangers.
The familiar becomes calm,
the calm fades,
the faded becomes unfamiliar
, the unfamiliar disappears,
the disappeared becomes strangers.
Promises, burdens I can't bear; from now on, I won't trust; from now on, it's inconvenient to promise; from now on, I'll learn to be indifferent.
Caring too much about friends makes me lose myself, and in the end, I always abandon myself on a deserted island to heal alone. I refuse to show too much sadness, and thus, I remain calm.
I often glance at my phone, inexplicably thinking of some people, but I refuse to break this silent peace, only calmly remembering those friends who gave encouragement and care.
Although they've left, I still thank them. Though we've grown distant, I still cherish the memories. The words of encouragement are etched in my heart. The time we spent together, I cherish the warmth of your presence.
Perhaps my calmness has made us estranged,
perhaps my departure has made us estranged,
perhaps my silence has made us stop contacting each other often,
perhaps, all those "perhaps," are simply because of me...
But I am a stubborn child, fond of reminiscing. Your departure only makes me more silent, only makes me want to cry, only makes me blame myself. In the days without contact, alone, I gradually learn to be indifferent.
I've walked too many roads, met too many people, said too many words,
yet words remain so pale, so powerless. Still, I entrust my heart to words. Still, I've become accustomed to sadness. Still, I wander alone among the stars of the night.
Many people, many things, remain silent, unwilling to be mentioned. Once you turn around, you become strangers, and you forget each other in the tunnel of time. Who will remember that there was once such a person?
