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Letting You Fly |
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Sometimes, we could just watch the flowers bloom and wither, the clouds rise
and fall. But it's our own unwillingness to do so that hinders us.
Lately, it seems like everyone is suffering from collective insomnia,
unwilling to sleep even when it's late. The catchphrases in my dorm room are
updated regularly, much like my journal, but my mood hasn't been updated for
a long, long time.
I always put on a facade of being more mature than others, but sometimes I'm
even more childish than them. I read someone's journal and gave them some
advice on growth, which was really funny!
That's how growth is. The more you want to be clear-headed, the more
helpless you feel. You always want to see everything clearly, but you're
powerless to do so. That's why we have the saying "with experience comes
growth." We're at an important stage in our lives, half youth and half
years. We'll have sporadic impulses and some level of maturity. But this is
also the most confusing time for us. Do we still cling to the little bit of
innocence that the rain of time has left us with, or do we accept the scars
and pains that have made us mature? I don't know. I really want to ask
myself, but no matter how hard I look, I can't find it. It turns out I've
lost it!
Letting you fly, I don't want to be your shackles, I don't want you to
regret anything, so I choose to take a step back. Although it's hard to take
that small step, I have to do it anyway--
Letting you fly, I really want to keep you, I really want to tell you not to
go, but what right do I have to say that? Your dreams are far more important
than me. And I was just a beautiful encounter for you when you were lonely.
Letting you fly, maybe you'll regret it when your dreams come true, and
you'll think of me. But by then, things will be different, and I won't be
there--but I'll still hold on to that sincerity in my heart.
Letting you fly, maybe you'll think of me occasionally on your journey, and
you'll describe me to others. You'll say that the person you once loved was
just a friend--but that won't matter anymore.
Letting you fly, you appear in my dreams. You're saying goodbye to me,
smiling and waving goodbye, reluctant to leave, but you turn around
resolutely. Your back disappears gradually from my sight, and my eyes blur.
Letting you fly, I hope you can reach the place you want to go, I hope
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