The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees
It is the branches that grow from the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world The distance is not that branches cannot depend on each other
It is that the stars looking at each other have no intersecting trajectories
The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectories between stars
But even if the trajectories intersect, they are nowhere to be found in an instant
The farthest distance in the world is not to be nowhere to be found in an instant
It is destined to be unable to get together before they meet
The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a flying bird
One is in the sky and the other is diving deep into the sea
The furthest distance in the world is not me standing in front of you You don’t know that I love you
But I’m standing right in front of you but you can’t hear me say I love you
The furthest distance in the world is not that you can’t hear me My confession, I love you
But I will never have the chance to confide in you
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the furthest distance in the world is not between life and death
but when I stand in front of you yet you don't know that I love you
the furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you
yet you can't see my love
but when undoubtedly knowing the love from both yet cannot be together
the furthest distance in the world is not being apart while being in
love
but when painfully can not resist the yearning yet prending you have never
been in my heart
the furthest distance in world is not...
but using one's different heart to dig an uncrossable river for the one
who loves you
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< p>The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again.The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.
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A group of little wanderers in the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
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The world faces its lover, leaving its vast The mask was off.
It has become smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
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It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile youthful.
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
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The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, she shakes He shook his head and flew away with a smile.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
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If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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The dancing water, the sand on your way , asking for your singing and your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down the river?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
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Her eager face disturbs my dream like rain at night.
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other.
We woke up, but we knew that we loved each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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The sorrow calmed down in my heart, just like the dusk fell on the silent mountain forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
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Some invisible hands , like a lazy breeze, is playing gurgling music in my heart.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.
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“ Sea water, what did you say?"
"It's an eternal question."
"Sky, what did you say?"
" Is eternal silence ”
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
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Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world, this is its wooing for you The expression.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.
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Created Mystery, like darkness at night - is great. But the phantom of knowledge is just like the morning mist.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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Don’t let your love sit on the cliff just because the cliff is high.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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I sat in front of the window this morning, and the world seemed like a passerby, After staying for a while, he nodded to me and walked over again
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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
for a moment, nods to me and goes.
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p>These gentle thoughts are the rustling of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart.
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.
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Look Without seeing yourself, all you see is your shadow.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
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God, those wishes of mine are so foolish, they It's shouting in the midst of your singing.
Let me just listen.
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
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I can’t Choose the best.
I am the best choice.
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
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Those who carry the lamp on their backs, Casting their shadows in front of themselves.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.
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My existence is to me A permanent magic, this is life.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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“Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you? So silent?"
"I am just a flower"
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
< p>but who are you so silent?"I am a mere flower.
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The relationship between rest and work is just like the relationship between eyelids and eyes .
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
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Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the power of growth. .
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.