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When Autumn Bloomed Like Spring

The day I met her, the Sakura trees seemed to bloom- though it was the season of falling leaves. I saw life in her eyes, reflecting a spring of eternal joy. But I didn’t approach her. I was helpless, like a mouse before the cheese- unable to resist my inferiority, unable to see beyond what stood above me.

The days passed, and the time of farewell arrived. Yet, all I saw was my own silence. She entered my life like a gentle breeze, and I flowed into hers like a quiet stream- but the words we could have shared vanished, like a drop in the ocean, lost forever in the river of regrets.

Now, as I sit here writing this, all I’m left with are lamentations.