For parents, companionship is better than material giving; between lovers, companionship is better than verbal commitment; between friends, companionship is the warmest spiritual comfort.
Once upon a time we were in the twilight. Walking, eating, drinking tea, and chatting together in their leisure time is not like relatives. That tacit understanding of the touch of the heart, that kind of silent and awkward communication, made me think that we would always accompany each other and would not be far away.
When, what, also came to where it is today.
You don't ask, I don't say, that's the distance; I ask, you don't say, that's the estrangement.
After a long time of no contact, you are silent, I don't know what to say, across the phone, I can also pass on the slightly embarrassing politeness.
The line of fate is faded in the complicated life, and the fullness of feelings is deprived. Life is like a knife, carving us into scattered and scaly wounds.
You don't want to, I don't read, this is strange; you don't want to, I read, this is helplessness.
Do you miss, like me, the lost years and the companionship of your heart?