Journey Tom Sharp

In exile, I walked everywhere, unable to find the end of the world. But a friend’s smile brings peace— stillness like water in an ancient well, strength like bamboo in the autumn. We said goodbye on a moonlit night, and I set sail alone under clouds. No need to be sad; we’re still friends. Life is a journey, and I must be a traveler.

临江仙·送钱穆父 苏轼

一别都门三改火，天涯踏尽红尘。 依然一笑作春温。 无波真古井，有节是秋筠。 惆怅孤帆连夜发，送行淡月微云。 尊前不用翠眉颦。 人生如逆旅，我亦是行人。