If life is a song, we are the singers, singing in harmony with time. Our voices rise and fall, our footsteps dance to the rhythm of life. Even our subtle murmurs and gentle whispers contribute to the beauty of time, making each passing year more lovely. If life is a mountain, we are the climbers, standing at the peak, where wisdom and experience meet. The age rings on the tree are old, but the depth of thought is even greater. Don't forget your promises, don't remember the past grand feasts. Who hasn't made promises in their life? But who can say they've kept them all? Life's journey is a story, and when we part ways, no one needs to account for it. Since we're destined to separate, whether the weather is fine or not, each of us should be happy in our own way.