The bond between two people is akin to knitting a sweater: building it requires careful, meticulous stitches over a long period, while destroying it takes only a single pull, turning a carefully constructed “castle” into shards in a blink.
Having experienced the bitterness of partings across the vast world, I never expected that upon my return, the flowers would be so scattered and fallen. Beneath the blossoms, we look at each other in silence, the green window facing a sky and spring both in mourning. I wait to pour my longing out under the lamp’s glow; a thread of new joy is tangled with a thousand strands of old sorrow. Most impossible to hold in this world is the fleeting beauty—youth departing the mirror, blossoms leaving the tree.
Wealth, be it abundant or scarce, is merely a resource. We are simply its users, not its masters.
Your affection is like a clear pool; in that fleeting glimpse, it intoxicated me completely as a fish, leaving only a trail of sweet notes in the spring breeze. Your warm whispers, gentle as water, caressed the surging passion within me, keeping me cradled in the arms of spring, unwilling to step away.
Perhaps the scent of a flower or a piece of music can bring relaxation, but do not mistake avoidance or retreat for the path to mental tranquility. True “stillness” implies “stability.” Only when one is fully aware and clear of every rising thought and impulse can one be free from vexation.