In this world, only those who recognize their own life's flaws yet are unable to remain optimistic will suffer eternally.
Many people simply disappear as they walk through life, and chasing them is futile. It is only later that one realizes those who leave are making room for others, allowing them to coexist more comfortably. Therefore, there is no need to question those who depart; they, too, have become the "later arrivals" in someone else's world.
The many hardships of life and the moments of perceived happiness are always closely intertwined. Helplessness exists to some extent in everyone's life, though its form and meaning vary. We may avoid discussing our misfortunes, yet we find ourselves powerless to escape the bitterness of facing them. Life is perhaps like this: everyone carries their own unshakeable regrets, which allow emotions to ebb and flow like day and night, weaving joy and sorrow into a rich tapestry of experience.
Last night, there was neither wind nor rain. In a gentle haze of wine, I feared only wasting this time. I shall trim the old dreams and, when dusk arrives, let ink and fine paper create amber moments. Walking by the river, playing with fish, meeting the breeze, and traveling with joy! The natural water, sky, grass, and flowers—the natural harmony and tranquility—bring contentment under the autumn sun. Walking by the river, catching a breeze and a ray of sunlight, letting the heart wander with joy, wishing for happiness to bloom and linger here.
Acceptance is better than complaint. For undeniable facts, there is no better way than to accept them.
If you have a choice, choose the best; if you have no choice, strive to be the best.
Although I cannot see myself with my eyes closed, I can still see you.
