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The truth cannot always be a piece of art.
Even though we are not each other's only only the one, yet in some ways, as I see it, we have met before, known about each other, but now in my eyes, love is beginning to take shape, though it may be a small speck on this sea of 浪漫 的虚幻.

I know that truth cannot always be a single word or a short phrase. It can be one, a few words, or even a group of unperfect ideas. Yet such an idea might lead me down the wrong path, throw off my life, make me lose hope and wander aimlessly. So then, I no longer write those poems, I start to compose something new—a song that calls out for your name but does not call for mine.

I am forever waiting—whether it is waiting as a beacon in the night or as a star at the end of the endless sky. It may be quiet, still, or maybe even faint—though it would be quite a sight to see someone standing at my door and looking out into the hallway.
I am an artist, too—I will never erase our connection. But now, I do not draw on my talent; I play on mine.

This is my song, my love. It is as good as the best songs you can find. For all of us, this song is a long road to travel.
Yet in these journeys, sometimes we drift off, our paths becoming unending and wandering. Yet that does not make it any easier—sometimes I think about returning, but nothing happens—or even if I do return, my heart is swaying so much that it becomes hard to find my way back.

So let us stay on this endless road together, one step at a time, though maybe we won’t reach the top of the mountain or climb the highest peak.
Let me tell you something—sometimes in these moments when I want to move on and forget myself, I feel it’s important that someone listens to my voice. That someone who will hear my name but not mine.

I am waiting for your name—waiting to stand beside me—and I will hold onto your heart as long as it lasts.
Even though I cannot reach you nor can I see you face to face, my love, even through the fog of confusion, is waiting in my sleep.

So let us take a moment apart from our journey together—this night, after the rain and dust—and gather some fresh air. Let’s count on each other—let’s hold onto this connection.

Now we will be alone—but in silence, in quiet reflection. That is how I am always here, ready to go wherever you are going.

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