Unfortunately, my writing skills are mediocre

It's a pity that my writing skills are mediocre. I can't fully express my longing for you or the melancholy in my heart. I tried to outline your profile with words, only to find that all the vocabulary was too pale.

I can only repeatedly savor those times spent with you, transforming them into trivial yet precious fragments. The faint light of the early morning falls on the path we once walked together. Back then, the chirping of birds all carried a cheerful tune, and the smile on your lips was warmer than the sunlight. In the lazy afternoon, we sat side by side on a park bench, sharing the same book. Occasionally, our eyes met, and an unspoken understanding flowed in the air. At dusk, the afterglow stretched our shadows very, very long, as if extending to the end of the world.

But nowadays, those scenes can only be replayed repeatedly in memory. On every silent night, I pour out my longing to the moonlight, imagining that you are still by my side. I know that some people, once missed, are gone forever, but memories follow me like a shadow, becoming the heaviest and most precious bag in my life.

Perhaps one day in the future, when I look back on this past again, ripples will still stir in my heart. But I also understand that life is like this, full of regrets and unknowns. Even though my writing skills are limited and I can't express this emotion to the fullest, those stories engraved in my heart will always accompany me, shining brightly in the long river of time.