Empathy, they say, is a virtue, a trait that can understand and empathize with the pain of others. Sometimes, however, this resonance only makes the mind more vulnerable.
When I see tears glistening in your eyes, I can feel the helplessness and despair in your heart. The pain that belongs to you pierces my heart like a sharp blade. I stand silently beside you, but I can't share a single bit of it for you.
Every time you whisper the secrets of your heart, the cells in my whole body seem to be torn apart. I didn't know how to respond, and an indescribable sadness grew in my heart. Your pain has become a burden to me, a heavy burden, and it has deeply oppressed my soul.
I have tried to understand your pain with my experience, trying to find some words of comfort. But as I reflect on the bumpy journey I've been through, I realize that everyone's pain is unique. While we may have walked similar paths, our wounds are not the same.
Empathizing with me made me experience the endless doom of the world. It taught me a silent pain, a pain that I can't tell, that I can't release. I saw a heart-wrenching look in your eyes, as if it were a mirror reflecting my own deepest sorrow.
Maybe this is the trick of fate, let me intersect with your fate, let me stand by your side and empathize. However, I am unable to give you real comfort and strength. This resonance is just a bitter taste, an unforgettable torment.
In this world, each of us has our own sorrows. I hope that one day, we will be able to resolve our pain and find hope and sunshine in life. Perhaps, no matter how deep our pain is, there will be a day when the sadness of resonance will weaken under the baptism of the years and become a deep nostalgia.