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The rain of Jiangnan, the autumn wind gradually rises, the moonlight begins to whisper, and so longing ripples with specks of starlight. If one day you want to leave me, I will not hold you back; I know you have your reasons. If one day you say you still love me, I will tell you...

Jiangnan Rain

The autumn wind gradually rises, the moonlight begins to whisper, and so longing ripples with specks of starlight. If one day you want to leave me, I will not hold you back; I know you have your reasons. If one day you say you still love me, I will tell you that I have actually been waiting for you all along...

When the cooking smoke rises, I wait for you at the door. When the sun sets, I wait for you by the mountain.

When the leaves turn yellow, I wait for you under the tree. When the moon curves, I wait for you on the fifteenth.

When the fine rain comes, I wait for you under the umbrella. When the flowing water freezes, I wait for you by the riverbank.

When life grows tired, I wait for you in the pure land. When we grow old, I wait for you in the next life.

Life is already hard enough; there is no need to crave others' understanding and approval in everything. Just quietly live your own life.

If the heart does not stir, what can the wind do? If you are not hurt, the years remain unharmed.

Youth and time will both wither, yet only the flower living in the heart can keep blooming forever.

Nothing that appears in life can be fully possessed; it can only be experienced.

Those who deeply understand this will know: there is no such thing as loss, only passing through; nor is there such thing as failure, only experience.

With a browsing heart, look upon life. All gains and losses, all that is hidden and revealed, are scenery and charm.

Just like this, standing in time waiting for you, stirring no clear sorrow, stirring no grief, lightly turning around, standing still with a faint smile.

Let us accept both the good and the bad, then without a sound, continue living. This is perhaps the entire meaning of life.

We all understand that as time passes, black hair will eventually turn white, and looks will eventually age.

The so-called "if you do not come, I will not grow old" is merely a heart that has never grown old, a heart that loves you and has never grown old.

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