Those who squander time will find fate stingy. Only those who cherish time like gold, striving to squeeze every drop of potential from life, will become prosperous.
Seeing is believing, and experiencing is better than observing.
You may believe that through sheer effort and devotion, she will eventually love you as you love her. However, love is not always a reward for effort; some things cannot be attained simply by trying.
If longing could be entwined around gentle fingertips, I would pluck the strings of a swan song to keep it near; if memories could be forgotten in the quiet of the night, I would wish to sleep forever within a worldly dream.
If I were a delicate and graceful maiden picking lotus blossoms, would you be that dashing scholar playing the flute? As I bow to tend the lotus seeds, clear as water, with eyes shimmering like autumn ripples, does that moment of tenderness and bashful grace carry a hint of fragrance to your heart?
We cling to millennial promises, yet we are merely passing travelers in this life, coloring the landscape of longing but never becoming each other's tomorrow. The worldly chaos cannot be traversed, and the karmic ties cannot be seen through. After lifetimes of entanglement, we cannot escape the bitterness of forgetting. Who will ask about the eternal vows?