I send you the gentle breeze of spring, so you can feel my affection. I send you the passion of summer, so you can feel the burning heat of my heart. I send you the bountiful fruits of autumn, so you can feel my romance written in the falling autumn leaves. I send you the pure white snowflakes of winter, so you can feel my pure love for you, embedded in the snowflakes.
Once, two young people met in a library. Although they didn’t know each other, it seemed like fate had brought them together. Every time they met, they would exchange a glance and then walk past each other without saying a word. Gradually, their glances lingered a little longer, and a faint smile appeared on their faces. They began greeting each other politely. After that, they unknowingly started sitting down together to read, sharing their thoughts—discussing books, people, and hearts. They began to talk more and more, their conversations endless, and soon, they felt the longing that comes with parting. Their hearts were connected, always thinking of each other.
They were so pure, never once harboring any thoughts that crossed the line. Books were their connection; only books brought them together. He deeply fell in love with her, and with his literary talents, he wrote letter after letter, each filled with longing and affection, like poetry. Every piece of his deep feelings was carefully hidden in the pages of a book, meant for her.
But she never opened them immediately. She always smiled subtly and left them inside the book. Late at night, in her own world, she would take the letters out, one by one. In those moments, a spring of love would ripple in her heart.
They had no flower-adorned evenings, no vows under the moon, and no grand plans for the future. Only books served as their bridge, leaving a special place in their hearts for each other, where two hearts that admired one another could always stay connected.
Then suddenly, like a violent storm out of nowhere, they were torn apart. It was ruthless and cruel, as though the universe had split them apart. The two hearts were shattered, and both felt helpless and unable to cry. Was this what they meant by “destined but separated”? The longing had no answer. Perhaps this was their fate in this life, to meet briefly and then be abruptly separated.
Many years later, by chance, they met again. Sitting across from each other, it was as if they had returned to the past. The connection of their hearts still lingered, just as it had before. The rare reunion immersed them in sweet memories. They didn’t speak much, but the fleeting admiration remained in their hearts. So pure, this was their fate.
This is a true story. Would it move you? I have already been moved, for their true feelings have dampened my eyes. He simply expressed his emotions: “She loves me, and I love her. She is the most beautiful flower in my heart.” And she: “Beloved, where are you? Take me out of this long night.” Sadly, these two hearts are distant, and the longing they feel for each other remains in a place they can never reach…