Sliding fingertips, gently caressing the light and shadow of the flowing years, holding the red face of the sunset. The years evaporate the sorrow and turn into a gentle drizzle in the sky; the sorrow is like the autumn sunset flowers scattered on the ground, the time that is missed from the clenched hand, lost, like another world, never to return to those missed times, never to find those lost perfections.
How many intersections there are in life, how many turns it needs to be turned, can only be understood in a lifetime. There are many forks in life, there may be many beautiful accidents, picking up an unexpected sadness; perhaps encountering the strongest color in life and throwing oneself into a bodhichitta heart without regret for three lifetimes. The swaying street lights, the crowded crowds, the intersection of feelings is too narrow, the intersection of parting is too wide; when we give up all the feelings of the world that have wholeheartedly invested our lives deeply, the feelings of the wild waves cannot stand the test of time, and the life events of escaping but gathering and scattering are uncertain.
Youth is a lonely song, singing lonely and miserable feelings in your life, or a bustling castle, performing a gorgeous tribute in your youthful world. Youth, or sorrow, or joy, please remember that everyone's youth is a past worth remembering.
We are all ascetics who practice hard in the journey of the end of time, trying to get rid of the purgatory of love and hatred in the world, adhering to the pure rules and precepts of the walker, but after experiencing a touch of wet eyes, we break the shackles of all the shackles, squander the restless youth, and leave a pulse of spring warmth in the cold night of youth.
All stories are not accidental. Those past that cannot be forgotten can never be returned after all. Life needs brilliant sunshine, it needs a simple happiness that soothes our restless souls; sadness is a lonely mood that makes us reflect on our happiness all the time and let us meet a better future.
Time has changed us and given us a happiness that we have encountered unexpectedly. Encountering sadness is not to abandon, but to bury, so that time begins to breathe more freely.