This life....

In this life, may I be a confidant who understands you and cares for you, is that alright? I understand your suffering, but I will not be poisoned by following you; I understand your sorrow, but I will no longer shed tears for you.\ In this life, there will be no romance of holding your hand, no vows to grow old together. I will no longer be infatuated with you, will no longer have my heart surge for you. I will no longer recite: The red sleeves are stained with tears, yet there are foolish lovers who hold long-lasting regrets.\ I will not pin hopes on the next life, I will close my eyes with a smile, my heart as calm as still water. In this life, let me appreciate you as a confidant, is that alright? Without daily companionship, without eternal promises, I will only be your confidant...