Dedicated to the friends who have come to my space
Since the moment the space was established, I have known that since there is a reunion, there is separation, and as time goes on, I continue to meet new friends and people continue to fade out of the space and go farther and farther. What remains is the warmth of the past and the increasingly blurred back. I don't know where you come from and I don't want to ask where you are going, I know you have your world, you have your bitterness and sweetness, please have a cup of hot tea and go all the way. The space is just a temporary inn where all the people are passers-by, and maybe tomorrow it is themselves who will leave. The clouds and fog rise and there is always fog dispersion, the music always has the end, the flowers bloom and always fall, since they come, they always have to go, although there are regrets, although there are loneliness, although the memory will not be erased, although they will occasionally be remembered, but all of them are just the clouds floating by the sky. Although you will briefly throw the reflection into your heart, you will eventually have to wave away.
On that day you sang a song with a brilliant but vague face, only to know that your nickname is either cloud or rain or moon or star, and his face is still bright and blurry when you do not quit. Only know that your nickname is cloud or rain or moon or star, this is the charm of space, come and go, wave your hand to leave a memory and leave a sigh. You have gradually drifted away, I still stay here, watching people come and go looking at the familiar greetings and blessings in the message, will occasionally think of you remembering your name cloud or rain, remembering your warm message, remembering your kind greetings, remembering the pictures you pasted, remembering your elegant verses, remembering that you have been here to remember whether you will know that I will think of you. You have been here, maybe you have said that you love to listen to the rain, you have said that you love words, maybe you just copy and paste and leave, no matter what, you have left a mark, since you have come, you can never erase, can not erase the memory can not erase the deep or shallow memory.
So at some point in a certain month of a certain year, I will occasionally think of a person who has come to the space, who is gentle or powerful, talkative or reticent, smart, wise or cute, and has a deep memory or a slight imprint. Whether you remember or forget that life is still going on, the sun still rises thick fog will always disperse, someone will come and someone will leave, today I look at your back gradually drifting away, he day when I finally leave, who will look at my back and sing a song, or sigh softly, or write melancholy words such as melancholy.
I would like to use this document to those who have come, have left or have not left but are destined to leave the familiar or unfamiliar space friends, I wish you more sunshine and less wind and rain in the future days, and occasionally remember that you have been here!
