With you in the world of mortals, even if there is a sea of ??loneliness, I don’t feel lonely; with love in the world of mortals, even if the beauty is momentary, I don’t feel regretful. I always believe that even if this ray of love is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, it will still be as fragrant as before. In this life, my love is like smoke, and the sleeves of the wind are embroidered with dense red threads of lovesickness. From now on, allow me to bloom at the edge of the season like a flower, keeping silent for you and waiting for you
The night is as cool as water, and the flowing lights enter the curtain. Under the moonlight, I huddled in a lonely corner, experiencing the dialogue between night and day, and tasting the sad loneliness alone.
Open the dusty memories, look at the scenes of the past on the passing corridor, and trace the traces left in the wind. Tonight, I walk through the desolate ruins of time, searching for traces of you Duckweed in the ravines of passing years.
A chaotic red song blows away the spring flowers and autumn moon, dragging the beautiful thoughts through the Tang wind and Song rain. Tears linger in the eyes, and the folded reflections are all your traces.
Who is playing the clouds on the guzheng strings? Who is it, playing with the wind and dust on the pipa strings? Who allowed the kaleidoscope of memory to imprint the heartache that will last a lifetime? Who would have seen the lonely swallow on the street, kissing the fallen red, sobbing alone by the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River?
The fireworks are burned away, but the criss-crossing ties cannot be broken away, and the strings of the piano are broken, but the three thousand obsessions cannot be broken.
One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi. However, who can explain clearly the infatuation of "the clothes are getting wider and wider, but you will never regret it, and you will feel haggard because of your love"? Who can explain the meaning of "Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not clouds"?
I know that because you are in my life, there are so many colorful colors, which can embellish it as gorgeous as fireworks, and can portray a deep and deep feeling.
The music and songs interpret the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, and the cang drums stir up the chaotic wind and dance of death. Time passed, and the thoughts hidden among the flowers fell quietly. I pursued them while half asleep and half awake, and painted my daughter's thoughts into years, scattering them in every season when flowers bloomed and fell.
Because of you, I became an infatuated woman, a nostalgic woman, and a stubborn woman. In this life, I bloom like a flower, dancing alone in the wind and rain. I don’t look for the applause of thousands of people, I just ask you to look back and look forward to me.
In the depths of the mortal world, I am looking for dreams, but unfortunately the loneliness is too deep and the joy is too thin. Missing you is the beauty of falling flowers flying on my shoulders; missing you is the desolation of flying flowers falling to the ground. I want to hold on to the remaining beauty, but I find that I am really powerless.
How many times have I looked out from a tall building and stood leaning on the railing, hoping that when the wild goose comes back, we will meet again in the ancient town and meet at dusk. Who knows that every year, thousands of sails have passed, and I return home without faith, with tears streaming down my clothes. .
The fishing fires on the riverside are erratic and desolate, and the stars of the fishing fires cannot illuminate this long moonlit night. In my ears, only Lone Ying was whispering about the shallow regrets and sorrows that had been reincarnated for thousands of years.
During the day, some people saw me laughing, some saw me flying. However, when I took off all my glory and all my gorgeous clothes, who could see my heartache and my heartbreak? Who saw me quietly crushing my thoughts into weeping lamentations, using poems to sweeten my dreams, burning burning thoughts to keep me warm, stumbling all the way through the desolate years, and writing into rhymed fragments and incomplete periods?
The plain pen is like a flower, writing down a period of nostalgia as before, but it can only bloom into the desolation of falling flowers after it is written.
The years of losing weight are broken thoughts that cannot be covered up, and the suffering of a lifetime is the poison of the love you planted for me.
The fleeting years of loneliness are fragments of wandering that cannot be held. The pain of a lifetime is the fate that disappears in an instant like fireworks.
I can’t tell you all about your tenderness from the end of the world, I can’t tell you all about my dream of covered bridges in this life, and I can’t dispel my frown and sadness in the night. Even though you are at the end of the world and I am at the corner of the world, even though you are on the other side and I am on this shore, no matter whether I have missed the years or not, no matter whether I have missed the beautiful scenery, in this life, I have never regretted meeting you. For you, I am willing to be the flute girl on the misty rain bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, just to look back at Bojun once; for you, I am willing to kneel down devoutly under the thousand-year-old Bodhi tree, just to seek a lifelong love with you.
Carrying thousands of attachments, no matter the clouds gather or disperse, I will always stay at the place where you left your true love. In this life, no matter whether the flowers fade or bloom, I will use the splendor of three thousand black hairs to dance with the elegance of a lifetime to depict the legend of immortality in this life.
Someone told me that leaving a place in your heart for the one you love is the happiest thing. Yes, I believe there will always be a place where the meeting in our dreams can be placed, and there will always be a day when we can welcome the smile when we embrace each other.
The clear night is cold and shining, with a lonely shadow in the wind. Turn around, gently shake off the old heartbeat, take off the sad plain clothes, find a place of peace, and re-enter the memories of our heart-to-heart encounter.
From now on, it blooms at the edge of the season like a flower, waiting for you, silently guarding an unknown return date.