Sometimes we claim not to care, yet our hearts struggle to let go; despite our best efforts to hide it, traces of our feelings often slip through. Whenever the longing for companionship arises, one realizes that some people cannot be reached, some should not be sought, and others are simply nowhere to be found. Deleting all social media updates is often just a way to vent, because even in moments of sadness, we prefer solitude and quiet contemplation over conversation. Though we know memories can be a prison and time is like sand slipping through an hourglass, we still find it hard to let go. The contrast is often too sharp; pure existence can inadvertently highlight one's own darkness and flaws. Yun Tianqing sees through everything, yet he chooses to remain in the mortal world. He would rather live freely amidst the mundane than seek the spiritual void of a hermit. As time flows gently, true freedom lies in embracing life with a detached heart, treating every experience as a necessary landscape, living with breadth and ease. You are your true self with me, but a performer for others. This stems from the duality of human trust and suspicion. In life, sometimes failing to take risks is more dangerous than taking them. Yesterday's glory cannot withstand the relentless passage of years. The flow of time is often painful. Standing on the path of youth, looking back at blurred silhouettes and gazing into an uncertain future, one wonders how time flies so fast. Years slip through our fingers; we are growing, but what have we truly gained?
