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Time, it never understands emotions. The more you give, the
more it falls in love with your appearance.
I don't know when your voice started to become hoarse, often forgetting what
to do, but when facing me, it seemed to know when to leave. What you always
leave me with is your youth.
Every night when I come home, there is always a light on in the alley. Only
one door is slightly ajar, and I know it's for me. You often say you're
getting old and forgetful, but I've never seen a night when you forget to
leave a light on for me. You're afraid that I'll be afraid of the dark, so
you light up the courtyard, living room, and bedroom, making every step I
take towards home steady. And I know that I am stepping on the path you have
paved with light, while you are walking towards the path of passing time.
Every night when I come home, there is always a freshly cooked meal waiting
for me. One day, I came home and found you still busy in the kitchen. You
started to criticize yourself and complained that you couldn't even keep
track of time. Your hoarse voice echoed in my ears, and a wave of sourness
washed over me. I realized that every night, you were watching the time,
waiting for me to come home, waiting for the time to cook for me. It's so
hard to watch and wait, and you do it every day. No wonder time loves your
appearance and takes it bit by bit. And when you make a mistake, you start
to blame yourself, wondering why you're so foolish.
I'm not a good child. I know you work so hard, but I can't achieve the
results that satisfy you. But it doesn't seem important to you. Whether I
succeed or fail, you always say, "Just keep trying." You don't expect me to
reach any great heights, as long as I have done my best, that's enough. I
know you don't want to put pressure on me or add more sadness to my already
bleak academic performance.
So I'm no longer satisfied with just "trying my best." I want to fulfill
your heart. It doesn't matter how much effort I put in, as long as I don't
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