Long wait

Keep the secrets that you don't want others to see. However, if you hide them for too long, you may lose them along with yourself. Spring brings forth the sorrow, while autumn turns it into regrets, knowing well that the feelings remain even when the scenery changes. Gazing at the river, one can hear its murmurs. Perhaps it's time to quietly preserve the once abundant emotions, like the flourishing lotus, in a book that will never be opened again even if covered in dust and surrounded by the coldness of the mountains. Let the heart wait patiently, until spring brings warmth and blooming flowers, until summer brings clear skies and azure blue; until autumn leaves wither, and winter snow is pure white. When will you return? There is no fixed time. Still, believe that life requires a long wait, both inevitable and vesting.