Love is in the hands of the sand, the more tight grip, the faster flow, finally, will have nothing.

爱是一把手中的细沙，握得越紧，流得越快，最后，会一无所有。

youdao

Love is like the hands of the sand, the more you strive to grip it, the less the rest of your hands.

爱情就像手中的沙子，你越努力握紧它，你手中剩下的就越少。

youdao

As, to lay down all of this there are always, like not hold the sand in the tight grip is empty.

不如，就此放下所有的总有，就像握不住的沙，握的在紧也是空。

youdao

But just as his head dropped below the surface, and the boat tugged against his grip, his feet found the sand, and he stood.

NEWYORKER: Max at Sea