A bond from a past life, meeting in this one, yet we meet too late. Perhaps some loves are destined not to be possessed, and some are destined to remain incomplete. Let me write a message of brightness for you from the ends of the earth, letting spring sunshine illuminate your sky, and simply watching you find happiness.
Do not speak lightly of pain and sorrow, for few truly care; your outpouring may become mere laughter. Do not easily evade setbacks and injuries; without the healing of bitter medicine, how can the spirit grow strong? Do not despise things and people that do not concern you; perhaps they are the ladders to your future ascent. With generosity, the world broadens; with kindness, life becomes beautiful.
May I braid my hair with yours and journey through a lifetime of love; may I hold your hand in exchange for a lifetime of tenderness. You spoke of begonia outside the curtain and mandarin ducks on the screen, but later, the tea smoke rose green and figures grew blurred. I still remember everything you said—those gentle, lingering words feel like yesterday, echoing in my ears, though the one who spoke them is gone.
The sadder the world becomes, the happier I shall be. The more treacherous people's hearts become, the kinder I shall be. When setbacks come, I will face them head-on. I will be an optimistic person who does not shrink back, does not yield, and does not blame fate, courageously embracing all life's challenges. Heaven or hell is but a thought away; happiness is determined by the heart. Much like air, we only realize its value when we breathe deeply, yet breathing too hard leads to fear of loss; to obsess over happiness is to lose it.
He who does not know how to make full use of time does not know how to live.