Once in a lifetime, one should lose oneself for someone. Without seeking a result, without asking to walk together, without longing for the past, and without even asking for love. One only hopes to have encountered you during one's most beautiful years.
Some see a truck full of red roses and are moved to tears, while you coldly call it a waste; some see a fleeing insect and seek help in panic, while you simply swat it away; when others call friends to help move, you refuse to trouble anyone and carry the heavy loads alone. If you live this way, how can you avoid loneliness?
Men often fail to understand that a woman's dependency stems from seeing you as her only one; her frequent calls are simply a desire to hear your voice; her occasional anger is a plea for your comfort and attention; and her jealousy is a manifestation of her love, unable to bear even a hint of your tenderness toward others. A woman's tears are the accumulation of grievances, while her tenderness is reserved solely for you.
Life is fleeting. Soon, we will turn to dust, or perhaps become a name, or even vanish without a trace. Since life is so short, much of what we value so highly is hollow, perishable, and trivial. As for everything beyond our physical breath, it belongs to neither you nor is it within your control.
The mind is tea, and tea is the mind. A cup of clear tea reflects the myriad phenomena of the world. Buddhists see Zen, Taoists see Qi, Confucians see Etiquette, and merchants see profit. In the mortal world, tea turning cold as people leave is a natural law; tea turning cold while people stay is the coldness of human nature. Life is like tea: tasteless at first, bitter upon tasting, but sweet after the bitterness. Ultimately, everything stems from the mind; when the mind is calm, the world is cool.
