Life is like a song, brimming with the joy of harvest, warm and sweet, silently nourishing my pure dreams. Through storms and drifts, the melody of life surges forward, reaching its peak to become a brilliant landscape in my life.
Do not place too much importance on others, or you may forget your own existence. Nor should you overvalue yourself, lest vanity expands and you believe yourself to be indispensable. Learn to downplay your own significance; do not overestimate your weight in others' minds. Especially in a group, remember that the earth continues to turn and the sun rises without anyone in particular. Interact with others lightly, think calmly when facing issues, and decisively forget those people or matters not worth worrying about. Whether towards others or yourself, avoid being rigid; learn to let go and keep things in perspective.
True friendship is not about sweet words, but the hand that pulls you up in a critical moment. Those who hover around you daily, offering small delights, may not be your true friends. Conversely, those who seem distant yet constantly care for you—who do not flatter you when you are happy, but quietly help when you need them—are the ones who truly matter.
You are at the end of the sea, I am at the end of the sky, bound by memories that can never be forgotten. Two lonely souls, separated by mountains and rivers, perform an eternal melody of sorrow. How I wish, in this life, to launch a small boat of longing, drifting with the quiet time into your dreams, to accompany your waiting and guarding for eons.
In life, the things that cannot be spoken, shed, or fully described are often the most exhausting, bitter, and painful. Sometimes it is not that we are not tired, but that we choose not to complain. Sometimes it is not that we have no tears, but that we choose not to cry. Sometimes it is not that it does not hurt, but that we have moved past the sadness. Some exhaustion weighs on the body; some weighs on the heart. Some tears hang on the face, wounding the soul; some pain leaves no mark but cuts deep. The noisy fatigue, the visible bitterness, and the wounded pain are all part of the human journey.
