Parting and Returning Like Dust, Staining the Years

This work is a collection of miscellaneous essays and musings, intended for enjoyment only. I hope you'll understand if it falls short in any way.

We each set off on one unknown journey after another, crossing countless valleys and rivers and walking beside calm lakes beneath autumn skies. In the end, we discover that life is nothing more than a cycle of meetings and partings. When the splendor fades, only memories remain, turning into rain in the clouds of our minds.

Parting is the natural state of life. I shattered the sunset: There are no more poems or distant horizons. Gazing at the broken sunset, I thought of the days gone by. Once, I was a boy with light in his eyes. Now I've lost my way on dimly lit streets, sinking into the passing years like dust, falling silent, falling silent...