The night wind drifted away, Leng Yue was lingering outside the window, and meteors pierced the cold night.
Silence, ambiguous haze. Hair crossed blurred eyes, disturbing the blue sky and white clouds.
Boundless thoughts, loneliness and desolation at night, thoughts spread under the night like Datura.
There are many past events and dreams in the world, and there is sadness behind the night.
The world of mortals is long, gathering and scattering are uncertain, and there is love in the world.
How many love and hate misty rain, and how many have been together forever?
And how much regret and attachment, instantly become fleeting.
Those old wishes washed away by years, those thoughts piled up three times and nine times, stretch into songs like dead branches and weeds.
Who is it, dancing solo in the silent midnight, who is at the end of the world, lonely to write on paper.
Who will miss the cough wound and let a touch of rouge wipe away the pain of the heart?
Music goes through the wind, the sound of the flute and the beautiful rhythm.
Missing is jumping at the fingertips, and any one's heart is surging.
Let the long street of memory blur your eyes.
two
On that day, the waves stirred, the bamboo forest whispered and the hollow valley echoed.
Your clothes are fluttering in the distance, faint figure, faint vanity.
Your eyes are full of dust, which dyes you into the color of the world, like falling dead leaves.
In your tears, I saw your sadness and helplessness.
You are standing at Baiping Ferry, and your heart is full of thoughts about Iraq.
The name you whisper is the warmth in your heart and the pain in your heart.
I know that the idea in your memory at that moment is eternal.
But you can't predict, where is your home in the vast world?
Where is the harbor where we can dock?
How I want to find a poem with Kubinashi rhyme and open the heart of the world of mortals.
I want to be a brave word, not in your lost skirt, but in the silhouette of time.
Watch the ebb and flow of the tide with you and listen to the story of flowers blooming and falling.
Stay at the end of the world and miss each other, just because I know you.
three
Standing in front of the window, a wisp of care has been drunk for several autumn, suddenly.
The merciless cold wind sent away the geese flying south, and snowflakes began to fall like catkins.
In this cold winter, I still come and go alone.
My sadness is still for you, blooming with pure flowers and dotted with incomplete beauty.
It's hard for you, but it's hard to end.
When the dream is always a dream, this sad yearning has also become intoxicating wine.
The night is as cool as water, and the cold wind Buddha passes through the calendar on the bedside and turns it over.
I lost my way, in the spring when I lost sleep with you.
Empty promises decorate the pain in my heart, which is the vicissitudes left by the wind.
However, under the sky of fate, quicksand quietly twisted its fingers.
Hide that romance in the world of mortals ...