The running water of time overflows the coastline of the soul, and washes away the entanglements of love and hate in the fleeting time. Deep thoughts are like indelible ink, which can only be warm in words. I vaguely remember that you held an oil-paper umbrella that year, like the bitterness of a wisp of lilac, and I missed you between the lines, so that this fate ran aground in Taoyuan and regretless love slept in the flowers for thousands of years. If there is an afterlife, I will hold hands with you in the fleeting picture scroll, and indulge in the romance of my life with you in the depths of Taoyuan.
The rain at night knocks on the window, and the sound hits the heart, just like the sound of the piano and the rain pulls the memory back to the meeting with the heart. Even if we are so far apart after turning around, I can still follow the familiar rhythm and feel your tender feelings like water in the breeze and drizzle.
Once we agreed to feel the romance of soft wind and drizzle together, stay together in the vicissitudes of life, rub this love into the gentleness of drizzle, and carve our most beautiful love of red butterfly. Now, it's another rainy night, but you have already disappeared in the depths of the courtyard. Those vows have long been blown dry by the monsoon in May and withered into broken petals. In this life, our love will never be complete.
We agreed to watch each other grow old until death do us part. These vows echoed in our ears like ghosts of the night, and we parted like this, as if for so long. I love everything about you and care about everything about you, but what I get is your ruthless turn. Who satirizes my obsession? Who is pale with fleeting expectations?
Listen carefully to the rain outside the window, as if you were whispering, and the love left in those memories will not last long. I see, in this life, we can't be together, and you will never listen to the rain and dream with me again.
Once you gave me warmth, and everything was so beautiful. At that time, the sky was so blue and the moon was so round. In May, when we met, the flowers were quiet and beautiful, and the flowers were drunk. The years are safe and the time is pure, but these have become the old days that can't be returned. I can no longer hide in your arms and listen to your moving heartbeat, and I am no longer qualified to smile for you.
The drizzle in May dripped into my heart, and I let my thoughts wander in the lonely rainy season, wetting those spoony words. I promised to give you a safe life in a fleeting time. Now, I am sad with memories. Even if you are gone in this life, I will still make a wish to God, hoping that you will be warm for the rest of your life. After all, the love you gave me was enough to soothe my withered feelings.