Holding hands and looking at eyes: our hearts began to record like this.
This is the moonlit night in March; The air is filled with the fragrance of henna; My flute was forgotten on the ground, and your wreath was not finished.
It's a moonlit night in March, and the air is filled with the fragrance of impatiens. My flute has been abandoned on the ground, and your wreath is not finished yet.
The love between you and me is simple as a song.
The love between me and you is as simple as a song.
Your saffron veil intoxicated me.
Your golden veil intoxicated me.
The jasmine wreath you knitted for me made my heart surge like a compliment.
The jasmine wreath you knitted for me made my heart thump, as if it were a compliment.
This is a game of giving and keeping, revealing and screening again; Some smiles, some shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.
This is a flickering game of giving and keeping, some smiling, some shy, some sweet and futile resistance.
There is no mystery beyond the present; Don't struggle for the impossible; There is no shadow behind charm; Don't grope in the depths of darkness.
There is no mystery that is unknown at present, nothing that cannot be forced, no shadow behind confusion, and no exploration in the deep darkness.
We will not deviate from all words and fall into eternal silence; For things beyond hope, we will not reach out to the void.
We have not abandoned any language into eternal silence, nor have we stretched out our hands to seek something beyond hope.
What we give and get is enough.
We have given and received, which is enough.
We didn't squeeze the joy to the extreme, and squeezed the wine of pain from it.
We don't grind joy into powder to make bitter wine.
The love between you and me is simple as a song.
Don't keep secrets in your heart, my friend!
Tell me, in confidence.
Tell me, in private.
You smile so gently and whisper, my heart will hear you, not my ears.
You smiled so sweetly and whispered. I listened with my heart, not with my ears.
The night is deep, the house is quiet, and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleep.
The night is deep, the room is quiet and the bird's nest sleeps at night.
Tell me the secret in your heart through hesitant tears, hesitant smiles and sweet shame and pain!
From the tears of hesitation, from the thoughtful smile, from the sweet shyness and pain, tell the secret of my heart.
Your questioning eyes are sad. They want to know what I mean, just as the moon can detect the sea.
Your questioning eyes are sad. She seeks to understand what I mean, just as the bright moon seeks the depth of the sea.