Nowadays, I am no longer infatuated, and I no longer want to share the beauty of the distance and my happiness with the people I love. My heart is no longer spring; , it’s already summer. I no longer throw my hat into the air with joy, and I no longer sing. Now, facing the fragrant land, I am more elegant, more restrained, more profound, more refined, and more grateful than when I first encountered it.

My thoughts will no longer add a dreamy color to the hazy distance. My eyes are satisfied with what I see; because I have learned to see, the world has become beautiful since then.

The world has become beautiful. I am lonely, but I do not suffer from loneliness. I want nothing more. I am willing to let the sun heat me completely; I long for maturity. I welcome death and rejoice in rebirth.

I didn’t know the world could be so beautiful. I have become accustomed to living in my own heart, resigned to the loss of my senses of the external world, resigned to the inevitable loss of flashing colors with my childhood, willing to have to pay to a certain extent for the freedom of the soul and masculinity. The price to pay for giving up this lovely sparkle.

For everyone, there is only one true responsibility: to find themselves. Then stick to it in your heart for the rest of your life, wholeheartedly, and never stop. All other paths are incomplete, human escapes, cowardly returns to popular ideals, drifting, and inner fears.

If one day I understand what love is, it must be because of you.

Fate is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the humble word of the strong.

No book in the world can bring you good luck, but they can make you quietly become yourself.