The years to come are the dawns and dusks of each one of us.
Tossing roses into the bonfire, romance is reborn from the flames.
With mountains, I lean on them; without, I bear the load alone.
The magician of time holds ashes in one hand and roses in the other.
Finding stability in daily life, rejoicing lightly in the passing of time, delighting and reading oneself.
Distance creates not only beauty, but also estrangement and departure.
Love borrows the joys and sorrows of life as stakes.
Life exists nowhere else; the present is everything.
The wind of freedom plays hide-and-seek in the forest.
The oil lamp wanes as the moon's glow stretches infinitely.