Immersed in fragmented memories, I no longer wish to search in vain. Amidst the separation of splendor, cold winds, and bitter rain, there are sighs without reason under the vast sky. In the deep night sky, the scenery I once looked forward to has vanished. As the saying goes: The pure land of the heart is the longing in the mortal world. We desire too much in a lifetime, and dreams will eventually shatter. Who can avoid tasting the bitterness of the world? Let it be; in the end, we must leave with empty hands.
There is a kind of distance in this world that no amount of effort can bridge. Friendship and love are separated by a mere hairline. Crossing that line may lead to boundless freedom or a bottomless abyss. The humility of love is not our original intent, but it is the only path we can choose, because in the eyes of the one you love, you never truly existed.
When you face disappointments, remember that I am here to share the burden with you. No matter how bad things get, Believe that you are not fighting alone. I will accompany you until you find your own safe harbor.
You know your own pain, understand your own grievances, and feel your own joy. What seems like hell to you might be heaven to others, and vice versa. Life is indeed absurd. Do not always suspect that the spring is more beautiful elsewhere; the key lies in adjusting your mindset. Living your own life well is the most important thing—do not compare or compete.
Some say: Twenty years as a prince, one day as an emperor, ten months as a servant, and a lifetime as an ATM machine—that is the life of a man. Others say: Twenty years as a princess, one day as an empress, ten months as a favored consort, and a lifetime as a nanny—that is the life of a woman. However, I believe it should be: Twenty years of pursuit, one day of ceremony, ten months of care, exchanging for a lifetime of mutual support and companionship.
