Life is a spectacle of prosperity and ups and downs. I am always searching for a pure place to settle my soul, a place where I can read, write, yearn, and forget in tranquility.
If trust is lost between two hearts, what is the meaning of being together?
Greed, anger, and ignorance are your greatest enemies; only by conquering yourself can you conquer your surroundings.
Maintain a pure and clean heart. Only by continuously purifying our mind and body, refining our temperament, and constantly reflecting on and improving our flaws can we maintain lasting inner peace.
The present you waste is the tomorrow that the deceased of yesterday once longed for; the present you despise is the memory the future you can never return to.
Being able to chat with someone who truly understands you is one of life's greatest joys.
Love is simple; if you are unhappy, perhaps it is because you want too much, or perhaps they are giving too little.
Prosperity fades, a melody ends; writing of blooming flowers and flawless petals, life's dream, and the sorrow of parting. Love is three parts heaven and seven parts tears; holding hands across the world, etched into three lifetimes. Talking of the world, watching the world; the world is a path of no return, and life can lose its way. Through wind and clouds, through time and perseverance, a farewell at the eyebrows, a smile from the past. The lantern's light grows cold, life passes in vain; life and death are momentary, fame and obscurity are fleeting. Do not ask, for life is here; loneliness is a mistake, born into this world, the night is long and desolate, the wind is hesitant. Is it tears of life, or shallow dreams? A song of red makeup, a glance at the eyebrows, dividing the world into three parts, through tears and waiting, holding hands at night to speak of desolation.
It is because the sun yields that the stars shine so brightly.