Gossip requires at least two people to cause harm: your enemy slanders you, and your friend repeats it to you.
Rivers flow into the sea, and leaves return to their roots. We are but a single leaf in the great stream of life, a single drop in its vastness. In the immense universe, we are so humble and tiny, yet the growth of every drop and every leaf composes the evolution of the entire cosmos.
Separation is a sorrowful word. I have experienced countless partings, but never one that brought such reluctance and sadness. I am afraid—afraid that I will never see you again, afraid that in your memory, I will be like autumn leaves, drifting in the wind.
Young man, may I wait for you? Wait to style my hair, wait to shape my brows, wait to touch my lips, and wait to give me your name. Young man, will you wait for me? Wait until my hair reaches my waist, until my brows are like willow branches, until my lips are like red sand, and until I wear that bright red wedding dress for you.
What is life? Life is a monument in the great edifice of history, a pair of oars battling the waves, and a flower among a hundred blossoms... Let us use our own hands to create a beautiful life.
I remember that place where you lived, called "Bridge." There was no proper bridge to be seen, only a tranquil river flowing day and night. I felt no regret, for I had you by my side as we walked along the country paths, past scattered villages and trees. There was a pond where we sat quietly by the bank, watching white ducks frolicking, feeling a profound sense of happiness. Later, I often thought that I might be a fish in your river or a butterfly on your path. How could I swim joyfully in your waters or fly along your paths? But today, I am a weary traveler, walking away quietly with solitude and lingering attachment.
