A critical moment in life is often a decision, a choice. Is it to go left or right? To continue or to give up? It is the moment to bid farewell to the past, to bravely wipe away the wounds, and to choose the future. To be truly happy, one must first learn to "open" the heart.
Walking through the flowing years, moving at a leisurely pace, allows us to understand ourselves more deeply. With a bamboo staff and straw sandals, amidst the aesthetic memories of past loves, the blooming and withering of flowers are all without regret. Let the mist and rain pass through life, maintaining a serene state of mind.
The wind after the rain is refreshing yet melancholic. It can sweep away the dirt from the earth, but it cannot blow away the solitude within. The wind is bluer and more desolate than the coastline; the rain is moister and lonelier than the clouds. You are farther away and colder than I imagined, and I think of you more often than I imagined I would.