Parting is for a better reunion.

 　　I've heard the poignant farewells expressed in the poem, "Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the fragrant grass stretches to the horizon." I never imagined that one day, I too would face such a separation…

　　From elementary to high school, living not far from home, I never truly understood the tears in my parents' eyes, their repeated admonitions, and their unfulfilled concerns when they saw their children off on their journeys. I always thought that finishing high school meant we were grown up, able to pack our bags, drag our suitcases, and head off to distant places to meet the future. But as the seemingly long holidays passed by, I couldn't help but count down the days until our departure. It felt as if the days were gradually quickening, and an indescribable sadness welled up inside me, like a tadpole lost and disoriented, a child without direction… Looking at the familiar faces at home, the neatly arranged furniture, and the joyful scenes of the past, I felt a pang of reluctance.

　　Picking up my acceptance letter, I felt none of the smiles and satisfaction I had felt that day. I thought to myself: so far away, the days until home seem too long; I feared that anxious waiting would only lead to confusion. Evenings in this small city were still brightly lit, a scene of bustling activity. The cars come and go, a constant stream, rushing about. I want to see more of this city I'm about to leave

　　, to cherish every little detail of it. In one more day, I will embark on my journey to a distant place. The road ahead is long, and without your company, I may be very sad. But I suddenly believe that parting is for a better reunion. Saying goodbye today, tomorrow I will be more vibrant and composed than yesterday. Though not entirely naive, maturity will shine through. To meet someone better, I must brave the wind and rain. This temporary farewell, but when we meet again, sadness will be gone, and ideals will return. We have all been naive, but we have also made promises; we have all been lost, but we have also packed our bags and moved forward. We must grow up, we must experience what we must experience, just like this farewell. Though there is a thousand regrets, we must part. In the future, we will experience something even more terrifying than parting: loss. So let everything before us be a strong wind on the road to a better reunion. The wind will stop, and we will meet again. Dear distant friend, dear you, parting is not frightening. There is an expectation called "a brighter future." Perhaps the future version of yourself will be happier when we meet again.

　　Parting is for a better reunion; tomorrow's meeting will surely be a magnificent reunion of yesterday.