In life, it is better to let things go than to see through everything too deeply. Do not strive to imitate others. As travelers in this world, every stage of life grants us a unique understanding of existence. Perhaps our journey is imperfect, yet we continue to bloom; perhaps we lose our way, but there is no need to complain, for no path can be retraced and no life can be relived.
Life is like a voyage, and home is the eternal harbor where our ship of life can anchor when we are weary. No matter how small, simple, or humble it may be, it always shields us from the storms that batter the soul, providing warmth and a sense of security.
The distance between us is like the moon and a clear spring—we can gaze upon each other but never truly be together. A single stroke of the brush cannot capture a lifetime of longing. A broken melody leaves a lasting wound. In silence, our yearning intertwines with the missed connections of this life.
Do not seek to demand justice from others; only by letting go can the heart find peace and avoid unnecessary troubles. If you take a step back to consider others, great matters become small; however, if one cannot endure the small things, conflict ensues, leaving only resentment in the heart.
The distance seems vast and hazy, as if separating us might allow new faces to erase old memories. Yet, the tea left by an old friend in our memory grows more fragrant with time, making even the memories sweet and lingering.
If I were that exquisite and graceful woman gathering lotus flowers by the river, would you be that carefree and handsome scholar playing the flute? As I bow to tend the lotus seeds, as clear as water, and as my eyes shimmer like autumn waters—that moment of tenderness and bashfulness, has it sent a lingering fragrance into your heart?