The last drifting cloud passes by, leaving only the intoxicating glow of dusk. Without any trace left behind, it approaches the distance and gazes ahead, standing like a mirage on the horizon. Illusory and empty, yet imagined as real, like a hollow dream that suddenly vanishes without a trace. Thoughts are emptied out, while the past city remains calm, as tranquil as water. What is lost seems hard to let go of, yet at this moment, one still hears cicadas and watches flowers bloom and smile as before. Walking alone, shadows fleeting, one becomes intoxicated by the distant mountains, intoxicated again.
It is rare in life to truly let oneself go, so let me indulge my emotions once. There is no need to care about the outcome. After truly loving, one becomes more calm and composed in facing many of life’s hardships.
Spreading out a silent sheet of paper, holding the brush tightly, I outline the most serene moon between heaven and earth, layer upon layer, interlocking endlessly, yet unable to capture your pure and distant face. Earthly connections fade away. Outside the window, birds still sing; in the distance, high buildings rise and roads stretch in all directions. Your figure shatters the scars of memory, and in the surging thoughts I send you far away, thousands of miles apart. From then on, spring brings relief from sorrow, and autumn ends all resentment.
Sometimes, what we want to do cannot be done, not because we are incapable, but because of unavoidable reality. Sometimes, what we do not want to do becomes necessary under life’s pressure.
Happiness is like a beam of light; it should not only shine on oneself but also illuminate others.
A smile costs nothing, yet brings warmth; kind words require no effort, yet earn friendship and goodwill.