At that moment, I raised my horse, not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival;
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard you recite the true words in the Buddhist scriptures;
That January, I shook all the prayer flags, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth;
At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
Look and don't look
Have you seen me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms
or
Let me live in your heart
Silent love
Silent love
I like two poems very much, Cangyang Jiacuo's. I think it is more appropriate for my girlfriend to choose the second birthday.