Reaching the Zenith, Only in Peace

Time has thinned memories, years have weathered youth, and longing has revealed frost. I'm sketching your likeness on the Memory Cliff, feeding faded nostalgia with a quatrain of poetry. I'm outlining the fragrant beauty of our first encounter in a monochrome ink painting. The lingering scent spins in your eyes, and hazy emotions spread across the window. If I could drown you, I would be that piercing rain; if longing could embrace you, I would be that obsessed wind.

Some things are inevitable, like yin and yang—they follow patterns. We can only accept them calmly. Some things, if you put in the effort and remain steadfast, you can gradually change their trajectory. Some things are far from us, and we don't need to pursue them; others are close, and we must learn. Some people are destined to be your past, and if you can't let go, you must. Others will accompany you silently, requiring you to cherish them deeply.

The peak of life is found in peace. We should face setbacks and disappointments with a calm heart, and also with a peaceful heart when facing success and joy. If we can't forget something, let it linger in our hearts; don't let it become our lament about the past. If you're trapped in yesterday, your tomorrow will inevitably be pale.