"These Are All the Loves You Gave Me" Excerpt
Dedicated to you who accompanied me in my foolishness before
◆ I will steadfastly walk towards you, not confused, not flustered, not hesitant. There will always be a period of time when such a state of life appears, comfortable enough to leave one at a loss.
Dear Anthony
◆ If walking with you, every street seems like no end for me.
"Being a singer is so hard"
◆ If the person you like doesn't like you, then even if everyone in the world likes you, you would still feel very lonely, right?
"The Cat with Half a Tail"
◆ If you can't find it, don't be too sad... um... the things you want aren't necessarily going to be obtained... um... life is just like that.
Anthony nodded
◆ Um, I mean if you're thirsty, you should drink water. Coffee is for enjoyment.
"In the Witch's Shop"
◆ Let's forget it. I don't like the new bread basket at all. It doesn't have the taste of bread. It's not really a bread basket. Maybe one day, even if I carry this taste, I will still be happy.
A long time passed
◆ We will all grow old day by day and then die. How nice.
◆ Don't walk too slowly; the flowers will wither. Also, don't walk too fast; the flowers haven't bloomed yet.
◆ "I like the way you look at me; it makes me feel my own existence." "That's because I want to like you."
◆ The next morning when I woke up, the fox had disappeared, even the fluff it left on me that I could never clean up was gone. I walked alone on the road, my mind blank, and then... suddenly burst into tears as if I had never cried like that before, thinking to myself that it would have been nice if I had been friends with him from the start.
◆ People in the city are looking for things, looking for jobs, looking for places to live, looking for lovers, looking for a memory, looking for a dream. Some are looking for another person, and some are looking for themselves.
Reading this letter, I slowly felt sleepy
◆ I want to find a container to store all the emotions you gave me. When I don't like you as much, I can take it out and reminisce.
◆ The so-called "life" all depends on who you meet.
◆ Why do we travel? I think it might be because some people, some things, some places, once you leave, you can't go back, or rather, you always feel like you can't go back.
◆ Those futures we have always been curious about and a bit anxious about sometimes feel vaguely bright in my heart.
◆ The distance between the previous me and the current me is filled with many small trivial matters. These are all the loves you gave me.
From echo:
◆ Many years later, in a book, a piece of music, a slightly tipsy light, suddenly remembered that time.
From Anthony:
◆ You said, have we become this way because of others? For example, the strength of a handshake, the way we walk, our logic, the scars on our bodies, the type of people we love, the tone and speed of our speech, our travel destinations, which singer we like, when we cry, our skills and accomplishments, the places we go, the curvature of our smiles, how hard we work to live, whether we love to drink water, whether we like to say "I love you," kissing techniques, hugging postures, our accents when speaking English, how naive or sophisticated we are, whether we prefer jeans or sweatpants, Coke or instant noodles.
◆ The thickness of our eyebrows, the density of our hair, how bent our fingers are when we walk.
Postscript
◆ Those who are ready to stay by my side, those who disappeared without saying goodbye, those who hurt me countless times, but as long as you smile at me, I desperately want to forgive you. When you are one by one still or no longer the you from those days, I have already become the me I am now.