一直想安静的守着你， 就像在最深的红尘里守着自己， 守住最初的萌动和欣喜。 或者陷在一本光影流年中， 翻看那些依稀旧梦。 世事纷繁， 时光终是无言， 所谓的执念也许只是虚妄， 所谓的抵达也不过是终点。 生命不止，红尘无尽。 仅以一程换一种懂得， 仅以一程换一场经历， 如此，而已。 滚滚红尘， 谁又是谁生命中的看客和过客？ 若是时光锁住的葱茏，曳动冷冷的素月清秋， 那么弱水三千，谁取你一瓢， 醉饮红尘外？ 此生，若你安好，便是晴天。

I have always wanted to quietly guard you, just like guarding myself in the deepest red dust, guarding the initial sprout and joy. Or immerse myself in a book of light and shadow, flipping through those old dreams that are still faintly visible.

The world is complicated, and time is always silent. The so-called obsession may be just a delusion, and the so-called arrival is just the end. Life goes on, and the red dust is endless. Only by exchanging one journey for a different understanding, only by exchanging one journey for a different experience, that's all there is to it.

In the rolling red dust, who is a spectator or a passerby in whose life? If the lushness locked by time is swayed by the cold and clear autumn moon, who will take a sip of you in the three-thousand-year-old river and drink outside the red dust?

In this life, if you are well, it is a sunny day.