Passed by the blooming flowers, passed by you

Author: A Ran in the Summer
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: There are two things that once deeply and truly existed, though now they have vanished like smoke and seem distant as if from another world. They still make me smile sweetly in my dreams or shed cold tears: youth, love. The flowers have bloomed, and you have passed. But how, how did I, without realizing it, easily lose them? Or perhaps, did I actually lose myself? If one must believe in eternity, then there are only two choices: to love or to die. I long for every inch of my skin to be pierced by a sharp knife, for my blood to gush out like molten lava, and for my soul to grin at me—Does it hurt? Good, you’re still alive. This world does not believe in tears, it does not lack for repentance, and it cannot deceive anyone except oneself. Is it too late to apologize without saying goodbye? I never thought that to commemorate and also to mourn my lost, flowing years of youth—those splendid, like summer flowers, and like morning dew meeting evening drums—would only take the form of a letter of repentance. No one can save you—except yourself. For youth, for oneself, and for those who are about to embark on youth, are experiencing youth, and have bid farewell to youth.