Loving you makes me the happiest person.

I don't know how many unforgettable true loves one will experience in a lifetime.

I don't know how many unwavering, devoted loves one can have.

Perhaps, you are the only and last woman I will ever love in this life.

--Epigraph

Having weathered the storms of time, the memories of the past have long since faded. In the vast sea of people, it was fate that brought us together as strangers, and destiny that led us to know and love.

I can't remember when we began to confide in each other, sharing our loneliness and solitude. Was it our shared experiences in life, or our mutual understanding and compassion, that sparked this feeling of mutual attachment and concern? It is said that on the lonely journey of life, to truly walk hand in hand, sharing joys and sorrows, is a rare and precious thing.

In our past lives, before we met, I wandered, melancholy, hesitant, and lost, unsure of where to go. Where could I find a confidant who could help me find my way out of this confusion, so that I would no longer suffer from endless torment? My beloved of dreams, when will you lead me out of this desolate wasteland of my heart? When will you stop me from shedding tears, stop leaving me feeling lonely?

A friend said: Too much love spoils people, too much rationality ages them prematurely, too much emotion makes them weak, too much moderation leads to blandness, too much kindness makes them vulnerable to being bullied, too much talk makes them boastful, too much hesitation leads to missed opportunities, too much enthusiasm leads to losing control, too much indifference leads to apathy, too much honesty leads to rashness, too much humility leads to hypocrisy, too much liveliness leads to frivolity, too much caution leads to rigidity, and too much good intentions lead to mistakes.

Since we truly love each other, we are not afraid of the rugged and bumpy road ahead. With strong arms to lean on, a warm chest to shelter us, clasped hands conveying our hearts' connection, and eyes full of understanding and tolerance, we will no longer fear or retreat, no matter the hardships or storms.

Thinking of you is a habit. The sad song is still playing, the air is still damp, I am still lonely, and my heart is still filled with thoughts of you. That's it, thinking of you is a habit. Every day, every day, the person I think of is you. Every night, every night, the person I think of is still you.

With you, it's truly wonderful! There is nothing more to be dissatisfied with, nothing more to be unsatisfied with. I want to announce to the world that knowing you is my honor; loving you is my joy; with you by my side, I have no regrets in this life. I will cherish every emotion and every bit of true love we share. I want to walk with you through life's final journey.

I don't crave too much love, nor am I consumed by resentment. All things in this world are connected by fate; who can fathom this ever-changing cycle of reincarnation? In these fleeting years, let us not wither away in a damp corner. Time flows silently, yet deep is the affection of years; I only wish to cherish with tolerance, to weather the storms of life, and to find peace and tranquility.

Sweet love fills one with new life; sincere love fills one with vitality; the beauty of holding hands, the telepathic connection, fills me with uncontrollable joy and excitement, a desire to tell everyone, a desire for everyone to share in my happiness.

Life is a journey of gathering and parting. The first cry of a newborn child heralds the beginning of our journey together. And so, in the years that follow, flowers bloom and fade, clouds gather and disperse, countless encounters, acquaintances, companionships, loves, hates, and ultimately, companionship or separation occur. Forget friends with whom you had no connection, forget feelings invested but unrequited, forget the sorrows of blooming and fading flowers, forget the sighs of fleeting sunsets.

No matter how beautiful the scenery, without you to share it, a nameless sadness lingers in my heart. No matter how good the life, without you to share it, a nameless desolation fills my heart. No matter how bad the circumstances, with you by my side, I feel a warm sense of gratitude. No matter how bitter the days, with you by my side, my heart is filled with happiness.

Slowly, we will all grow old, moving from beginning to end, naturally and inevitably. On the path of growth, we rush and bustle, stumble and fall, strive and tread carefully, toil and worry. What do we leave behind in this life, and what do we gain? Upon reflection, we should strive to live well, and not let ourselves live too burdened. Think things through, take things easy, relax. Don't be too shrewd, don't be too diligent, and don't exhaust yourself, others, or your mind. Remember, your well-being is my well-being.

Loving you makes me the happiest person.