When I left, willows swayed gently; now I return, snow falls thick and heavy. Life is a journey of partings and reunions. Sorrow grows like spring grass, spreading farther with each step. Yet the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is permanent.
Do not worry about having no friends ahead; everyone under heaven knows your name. Though the Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, it cannot compare to a friend’s heartfelt farewell. Even if separated by distant lands, we can still share the same moonlight.
Some meetings are as rare as stars in different constellations. Instead of lamenting separation, cherish the moments we have together. May we all be like the spring breeze, easing sorrow, and like the bright moon, guiding each other home.