It feels like a dream. Is it because I miss you too deeply, or is it that my sincere heart has moved heaven, finally allowing your appearance to be right before my eyes? Did you hear my call, or did my infatuation melt the ice, so that I could see you on such a beautiful night? You make me believe that love will really come back one day, that miracles truly exist. Gazing into your eyes, I realize that your face is both familiar and strange; your eyes are clearly avoiding me, evading. After a long separation, there are thousands of words I want to say in my heart. Clearly, we both want to give each other a heartfelt hug, a sweet kiss, to say 'I love you.' Yet, even until I get off the car and leave, neither of us has had the courage...
You are the most beautiful encounter in my life. In the bright moon and gentle breeze, floats your unwavering pursuit; under the slanting sunlight, it reflects your liberated dreams; among the falling leaves in the autumn wind, it hides your infinite sorrow; amidst the silver winter snow, it dances with your passionate youth.
You are the most beautiful longing in my life. The same zodiac and blood type, similar sentimental melancholy, illustrate a heart that resonates with mine. Our gazes always unexpectedly meet at the same place; when we unconsciously reach out, they pause on the same object. Walking together, our steps always move in the same direction.
You are the most beautiful attachment in my life. Your right hand holds my left hand on the gear shift, controlling the speed through my hand, just like experiencing the swift changes of life together. On nights when the stars and moon fade into the black void, we quietly lean on each other, listening to the whispers of the night wind, feeling the rhythm of each other's heartbeat and the frequency of breaths. When melancholic words and soft music stir emotions and tears fill the heart, you quietly watch, gently touching the tear stains on the keyboard, silently gazing, offering peaceful comfort.
Thinking of you, all the time; with no warning, no negotiation, whether it's sunny or rainy, morning or evening, happy or sad, there is always a reason to think of you... Boarding the little boat of longing, drifting in our river of love. Looking at the willows on the shore, extending long strands of love; parting the light mist of memories, I see the flowers we planted with love. Some have already withered quietly, making my heart ache. Those flowers are the flowers of our love, how could I let them fall? When my heart stirs, tears flow in thousands of lines, silently brushing the flowers' petals. Even withered, they seem to regain the color of life. I realize now that the longing of this life must become vivid through tears.Black hair, threads of love. My long hair has already been tied up for you. All because of your words that you don't like short hair. All to preserve this love... Thinking of your domineering tone when you said that, reading even more tenderness within it, I am so fond of you, I love you, I adore the mix of your dominance and warmth that comes because of me. A simple greeting, a few repeated reminders. One bit of dominance, nine bits of pampering—that is your heart for me. Thinking of your face, I also embed endless tenderness and longing into my long hair, carefully caring for every strand each time I wash and comb it. Layers of black hair, threads of affection never ending, just waiting for your warm hands to brush through my hair, feeling my heart stir, and with the tied-up hair, my lifelong deep love as well.
The lights dim and hazy, lost amidst the bustling world, chaotic and sorrowful, with hidden currents of heartbreak. Sparse shadows fall, large and small pearls drop onto jade plates, the sound of dust is unparalleled against the string music. In the place of heartbreak, a sleepless night is full of self-pity; under the dark moon, flowers fall, sighing at the fleeting mortal life, idle melancholy lingering, willow smoke and flying catkins—how is it like Daiyu burying flowers? Is it like the fleeting years of flowing water? Faintly, do you understand what cannot be retained, like flowers drifting in water with the current, like human shadows gradually disappearing in sparse light and shadow? Fate as they say, is uncertain—whose heart truly knows? I do not want to disturb your dreams, only wish to be as light and carefree as clouds, passing without a trace. Amid the floating and sinking of the crowd, leaning by the railing to gaze at the moon, how deep is the courtyard? How much Spring's fancy? Let the charms of Spring, the brilliance of Summer, the richness of Autumn, and the depth of Winter take their course; watch flowers fall under the moon, leaves drop from parasol trees. Alas, we meet and part with tender reluctance. Looking back, you stand quietly in the depths of the spring, leaves float with the water, ripples rise, but cannot disperse the reflections.
A pot of turbid wine, two drops of clear tears, alas, indifference cannot ease the pain of deep affection. Fallen petals, stems and leaves remaining, flying flowers and willow fluff drifting, choked cries with each sound, flowers bloom and fall, alas, since ancient times, heroes are often lonely, beauties often short-lived in melancholy. Perhaps we are not fated to meet in this life, so waiting for a thousand-year cycle—does this not constitute a beautiful hope? Though Buddha grants us a thousand years apart, it is destined that we remain distant. Even with a thousand lines of tears, one cannot capture the prosperity of a great era; I cannot hold my liquor well, yet I gaze at the moon with wine in hand, using it to dispel sorrow, wanting to drink until I forget all memories and pain.
Who once sighed, "To gain a true friend in life is enough"? And who sings loudly, "A gentleman would die for a true friend"?"The mountains are green, the waters are clear, high mountains and flowing waters... it's rare in life to find a kindred spirit..." The timeless love song between Cai E and Xiao Fengxian has moved me again and again, bringing me to tears. Therefore, in the world of emotions, I wish to be your eternal confidante. If you are the blue sky, the sun is your wife, the moon is your lover, and the stars are your close friends, I wish to be the stars that adorn your life. Though ordinary, they are radiant and enduring. Perhaps I am not the brightest star in your sky, but I will hold onto an eternal sentiment, giving you nightly gentle light. I will use my pure and refined heart, gentle and charming, to pass through the hustle and bustle of life, enter into your soul, and engage in deep conversations and exchanges in a language both of us understand. Everything is fleeting, passing like smoke, but life shines brightly because of you!
