The sound of the wind
That day, you whispered in the wind, accompanied by the melodious guqin.
I am as drunk as a dream, crying for that low voice.
I can’t see you again, but I still have an unchanging heart.
Leaning on the building and listening to the wind, I just hope that one day I can meet the familiar sound of the wind.
Dream
A trace of silent sorrow,
Every trace of unbroken love.
The intersection of hearts and paths,
blue waves and clear springs,
rise and sunset.
The mountain scenery is filled with spring light,
The wine glass is overflowing with amorous feelings,
But it cannot be retained,
It gradually passes by Far footsteps.
The light dust has fallen,
The glitz has dispersed,
This person has passed away,
The sky is cold and white dew.
The moon remains the same,
The flowers remain the same,
It is a dream with a different path.