When I have insomnia, I recall the past alone, and only then realize that I have joy and sorrow because of you. How can I return to the past? When I miss you, I wander alone at crossroads, and only then realize that every street corner is filled with memories of you. How can I stop recalling these memories? When I wander, I think painfully alone, and only then realize I do not know whether to give up or continue. How can I learn to give up? Late at night, I look up at the starry sky alone and lonely, and only then realize that the whole world is filled with you. How can I ever forget? How can I return to the past? How can I stop recalling these memories? How can I learn to give up? How can I ever forget? Simple joy, pure happiness, innocent feelings, the whole world is filled with you. ——————— Love worries about dust, love in dust worries In a prosperous age, who sings spring over the three thousand rivers? Ransacking sand and stone, a river of foolish dreams — she blames my temper, Inviting the moon to drink without restraint, diving into shadows and treading on empty clouds, Cold moon and deserted temple, awakening sober in desolation, who will ask? Fallen flowers in the wind, flowers bloom yet never fade in my heart. Translation: In a prosperous and flourishing era, when love abounds, true love is hard to find; who will lament this barren spring? I did many foolish things for her, waited foolishly in longing, but in the end it was like a river of spring waters flowing back; she still blamed my nature for clashing with hers. Drinking recklessly with the moon, drunken, I fantasized like an immortal, with my shadow chasing me, treading the void and stepping on the green clouds. The moon remains so cold, the surroundings familiar yet so strange. Who could see the boy in the corner — me? Those fallen flowers dance with the wind, leaving my side, but in my heart, that flower never fades...
