Okay, here is the translation following your instructions: Flee to Tibet and you still can't escape love

Author: Zhang Chan
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: A young woman escapes the city and travels westward. In Lhasa, she meets him and joins him on the journey. Is longing for the beauty of nature meant to forget? I don’t know if you, who enjoys the scenery along the way, can forget your worries in an instant, but I can’t. So, is love truly inescapable? It makes you forget time, forget space, forget familiar faces. But perhaps a once-familiar scent can trigger my longing for the past. Does love memory really have to exist alongside my life? Having love is a blessing, and losing love will be another kind of blessing. Everyone who leaves should be blessed, and those who stay should learn to cherish. In love, the length of time becomes insignificant. Even if it’s as fleeting as a firework, the beautiful impression will forever remain in memory. Maybe regret is also a kind of happiness. Love is the most complex and strange emotion in the world—can it really be resolved with just the word "escape"? How many people spend their entire lives searching for true love. Meeting the right person at the right time requires so much fate to make love possible? Many people, after falling under the spell of love, become indifferent to it, as if they’ve seen through the world. They always think that finding someone who loves them more is a kind of happiness in this life, calling it: "brilliance eventually returns to." But they don’t realize that when they wake up from dreams at midnight, the lingering faint sorrow is because they easily gave up on love. Love is meeting the right person at the right time, cherishing it when you’re meant to, and leaving without regrets when you’re not. I don’t think it’s bad to be more than just lovers—you can become friends and look at each other from afar in the world. Love is equal effort without expecting anything in return. When the scales of emotions are severely unbalanced, the two hearts will inevitably break. Love is selfish—it can’t tolerate sharing, nor can it tolerate suffocating closeness and entanglement. Love is a flower in a greenhouse, needing the warm nurturing of two people. It gives love signals through the gentle glances exchanged. Love is unspoken, unspoken—once spoken, it becomes a mistake. If you must love, please cherish it. In love, there’s no room for frequent reviews and reflections—what needs to be forgotten, must be forgotten.