Not the distance between life and death. Not from birth to death.
When I stand in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you, but you don't understand that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
But when my love confuses my soul, I will be fascinated by it.
But you can't say I love you, but I can't say it.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I can't say I love you.
I miss you deeply. That was after I missed you deeply.
But I can only bury it in my heart.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love is when we fall in love.
But we can't be together, but we can't be near.
The furthest distance in the world.
This is not loving each other.
But we can't be together, but we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible. We know that our true love is breaking through the obstacles.
Pretending not to care about us and turning a blind eye.
The furthest distance in the world is the furthest distance in the world.
It's not that the distance between trees is not in two distant trees.
But the branches that grow from the same root are the branches of the same root.
But we can't depend on each other in the wind.
The furthest distance in the world.
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other. It's not that they can't depend on each other in the wind.
But the stars that look at each other are among the twinkling stars. They can only look at each other.
But the tracks don't intersect, but their trade does.
The furthest distance in the world.
Not that the stars don't intersect. Not in the twinkling stars, you can only look at each other.
But even if the tracks intersect, it is after the intersection.
But for an instant, there was nowhere to be found, but they could not be found from a distance.
The furthest distance in the world.
It's not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.
But it is our coincidence that I haven't met it yet.
Destined not to meet the wrong person.
The furthest distance in the world.
This is the distance between a bird and a fish.
One is flying in the sky,
One is diving into the deep sea. The other is to observe it.
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
Towards the decaying wall,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Do you have to go?
Traveler, do you have to go?
The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we want to get in your way, it's just our song.
If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes.
Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes?
What restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky?
Is it the night that came into your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information?
Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties, if you have to be quiet,
We will put out our lights and stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon.
Will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
Tagore was born like summer flowers.
Life is frivolous again and again.
Frivolous and tireless
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one
I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.
Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle
Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.
There are swaying oases in the desert.
I believe in myself.
Born like bright summer flowers
Without fear, the devil is like fire.
Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.
Enjoy it forever
two
I hear music, from moonlight and body.
Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.
Life is full of intense and naive.
There are always memories throughout the world.
I believe in myself.
Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.
Don't be full of confusion and gestures.
Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.
Extremely mysterious and profound
three
I hear love, and I believe in love.
Love is a struggling blue-green algae.
Like a sad wind
Through my bleeding veins
Belief in the garrison years
four
I believe I can hear everything.
Even foresee separation and meet another self.
And some moments are impossible to grasp.
No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.
Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.
I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.
five
Prajna paramita, let me know.
Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves.
Go to the seaside
Pushkin
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes,
Rolling blue waves,
Shining with beautiful light.
Like a friend's melancholy complaint,
As if this were his farewell call,
I'm listening for the last time.
Your sad voice, your calling voice.
You are the desire in my heart!
I often walk along your coast,
A person wandering quietly and blankly,
And because of that secret wish!
How much I like your reply,
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
The silence at dusk,
And that capricious passion!
The docile sails of fishermen,
Under your intentional protection,
Flying bravely between the waves;
But when you lose control,
A large group of ships will be destroyed.
I want to leave forever.
Your lonely and still coast,
Congratulations with a carnival mood,
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,
But I didn't get what I wanted!
You wait, you call … and I am bound;
My inner struggle is completely futile;
I was fascinated by a strong passion,
Let me be on your shore ...
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to?
In your desert, there is something.
It once shook my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories;
Napoleon died there.
There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us,
He is another monarch in our mind.
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,
He left his laurel in the world.
Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He used your spirit to shape growth:
Just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep.
Like you, nothing can make him give in.
The world is empty, the sea,
Where are you taking me now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I'll never forget your serious face,
I will be for a long time.
Listen to your rumbling at dusk.
My heart is full of you,
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,
Into the forest, into the silent desert.