“The girl over there, please hurry onto the train before the door closes!”
… it’s finally time for a goodbye.
I’ve been thinking this way since early childhood — each object is a little spirit,
that loves, suffers, adapts, misses, that deserves to be together with everything gorgeous in this world.
I thus weep in the night, mulling over the yearnings of the homeless highlighter pen to its fellow friends;
mourn over the lost red scarf, well-kept at home for decades, whose plight I could not see.
I constantly get irritated at my own forgetfulness.
Searching around in upset, I cry silently in the heart for apologies and compensation from the fool that lost the thing just now.
When a smile comes out from tables and chairs, the dark clouds of emotions clears up at once;
But more often than not, nightfull knocks over the bottles of flavours, leaving them soaking every corner of the heart.
Once, I pass by a sad soul online, who feels guilty for unexpectedly breaking stress balls and was at a loss.
I hurried to reply that she had helped the ball graduate and start a whole new adventure in this world. It received many likes.
Since then, I seem to have learned about ways to get along with the world, with this corner of self.
But sometimes the regret keeps overflowing. In the bubbly night I reunite with them, only to wake up to the mild, lingering loneliness at day.
I still get annoyed at my clumsy self.
… still cherish so much about everything I own — so insecure.
If I’m leaving for an adventure tomorrow,
will you miss me?
Life is like a train,
everything in the world has its own departures and transfers.
Therefore, although it’s hard to let go, althouh I might still miss you at night…
for now, I should quietly wish you a pleasant journey.
Wave goodbye to the friend