When the red rose of love blooms in the spring of singing birds and flying swallows, and reaches its peak of passion in the summer, it will inevitably encounter the withered wind of autumn. The resounding rose begins to wither, and the fallen petals of love peel off one by one, transforming into a wisp of ethereal spirit. However, as the saying goes, "The fallen petals are not heartless; they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers." Love transforms into familial affection, supporting the life journey of the rose even when it has no flowers.
In daily life, I am so rational, decisive, and free-spirited. Yet, only when I am with you do I become irrational, indecisive, and restrained. Perhaps, as *Why Me, Why You* (He Yi Sheng Xiao Mo) suggests, you are the reason for my lack of rationality, decisiveness, and freedom.
Everyone is searching for the right person in life, but no one tries to become the right person themselves.
There is a moment when you close your eyes and breathe in the scent of the air, remaining silent in solitude. In the gentle music, you lower your posture, listening to the beauty of your entire soul. Your thoughts cross mountains and rivers to settle quietly in a small poem, soul intertwined with the poet. Only then do you find true belonging and true love.
The beauty of life is forever displayed in its progress; just as the beauty of a big tree is forever displayed in its vigorous growth, reaching high into the clouds with an upward momentum; just as the beauty of an eagle is forever displayed in its soaring flight, battling the wind and rain like the soul of the sky; just as the beauty of a river is forever displayed in its turbulent flow, rushing a thousand miles in a single cascade.