Without experiencing life's ups and downs, one cannot grasp its twists and turns, nor realize that the pain once thought unbearable will eventually pass. When you think your heart has become a wasteland, it may unexpectedly bloom, turning all desolation into a memory. To live is to be a sovereign.
No matter how the years change, no matter whether you still remember that person in the rain—the one who gave you all their passion, who felt your every heartache, who prayed for you day and night, and who promised to stay with you forever, with hands that never let go and eyes that never wander.
A painter once told me that a master's work often utilizes "white space"; being too full or crowded limits the space for imagination. Much of life's charm lies not in perfection, but in the lingering resonance of its flaws.
How is your parting intent? I pause my horse to drink and ask of your exile. The cry of apes in Wu Gorge brings tears, and the returning geese of Hengyang carry letters. Autumn sails are distant on Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse by Baidi City. In this peaceful era, may there be dew and rain; let us part temporarily without hesitation.
When I wish to share moments of joy or weave beautiful dreams, I come to find you... When I need someone to listen to the voice in my heart with an understanding soul, I come to find you...
I wish to be a peach blossom, falling into the mortal world where you are, leaving behind a moment of splendor; I wish to be a flowering tree, waiting by the path you must take, standing as the most beautiful scenery in your eyes. Flowers bloom on the path, a warm encounter, and with one glance from you, I would offer my whole soul like moonlight.
If I were that delicate lady plucking lotus flowers by the river, would you be that gallant scholar playing a flute? Bending low to play with lotus seeds, the seeds are as clear as water, and the eyes are brimming with autumn waters; that moment of gentle bashfulness, has it filled your heart with a lingering fragrance?
