I gave him a good scolding and said, "Get out!" But he didn't move.
He stood in front of me and took my hand. I said, "Leave me alone!" But he didn't go.
He put his face close to my ear. I stared at him and said, "shameless!" But he didn't move.
His lips touched my cheek. I trembled and said, "Don't you dare!" But he is not afraid of ugliness.
He stuck a flower in my hair. I said, "It's no use!" But he stood still.
He took off the wreath around my neck and walked away. I cried and asked my heart, "Why didn't he come back?" "
"Beauty, would you like to hang your wreath around my neck?"
"But you know, the wreath I made is for everyone, for those who happen to catch a glimpse, for those who live in undeveloped land, and for those who live in the poet's songs.
It's too late to ask for my heart as a gift.
There was a time when my life was like a bud, and all its fragrance was stored in the flower heart.
Now it has spread far and wide.
Who knows what spell can be collected and closed?
My heart doesn't allow me to give it to only one person, but to many people. "
I like that one day, your poet threw a great epic into his heart.
Oh, I was careless. It hit your jingling anklet and caused sadness.
It broke into pieces of poetry and scattered at your feet.
All the things I carried in the ancient war were shocked by the waves of laughter and sunk by tears.
You must turn this loss into my gain, and I like it.
If all my hopes of being immortal after my death are dashed, let me be immortal before my death.
I won't feel sorry for this loss, and I won't blame you.
I tried to weave a wreath all morning, but the flowers slipped away.
You sat there and looked at me secretly out of the corner of your eye.
Ask these naughty black eyes whose fault it is.
I want to sing a song, but I can't.
A snigger quivers on your lips; You ask it why I failed.
Let your smiling lips swear how my song disappeared into silence, like a bee intoxicated in the lotus.
It's night. The petals should be closed.
Allow me to sit next to you and allow my lips to do the work that can be done in silence and in the twilight of the stars.
When I came to say goodbye to you, there was a suspicious smile in your eyes.
I've done this too many times. You think I'll be back soon.
To tell the truth, I have the same doubts in my heart.
Because spring comes back every year; Farewell to the full moon and visit again. Flowers come back every year, blushing on the branches, and they are very fat. I say goodbye to you just to get back to you.
But keep this illusion for a while and don't drive it away coldly and rudely.
When I say that I will leave you forever, accept it as a fact and let the mist of tears temporarily deepen the shadow around your eyes.
When I come again, you can laugh as much as you want.
I want to say my deepest words to you, but I dare not, for fear that you will laugh.
So I laughed at myself and broke my secret in a joke.
I spoke out my pain easily, because I was afraid you would do it.
I want to tell you the truest thing I want to say, but I dare not, for fear that you won't believe me.
So I pretended to say the opposite of what I really meant.
I made my pain ridiculous because I was afraid you would do it.
I want to use precious nouns to describe you, but I dare not. I'm afraid I can't get a fair reward.
So I gave you a harsh name and boasted about my hard bones.
I hurt you because I was afraid that you would never know my pain.
I long to sit quietly beside you, but I dare not, for fear that my heart will jump on my lips.
So it's easy for me to talk about things and hide my heart behind words.
I treated my pain rudely because I was afraid you would do it.
I am eager to walk away from you, I dare not, for fear that you will see my cowardice.
So I held my head high and casually walked up to you.
The stimulation of your eyes keeps my pain fresh forever.
No, my friend, I will never become an ascetic, no matter what you say.
If she doesn't join me, I will never become an ascetic.
This is my firm determination. If I can't find a shady place to live and a penitent partner, I will never become an ascetic.
No, my friend, I will never leave my fire and home and hide in the depths of the forest.
If there is no echo of laughter in the shade; If there is no golden dress fluttering in the wind;
If its tranquility is not deepened by gentle whispers.
I will never become an ascetic.
For those guests who insist on leaving, ask God to help them walk quickly and sweep away their footprints.
Hold a comfortable, simple and intimate smile in your arms.
Today is the Phantom Festival, and they don't know when they will die.
Let your laughter be just meaningless happiness, like a flash on the waves.
Let your life dance gently on the edge of time, like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Play an uncertain temporary tone on your strings.
You left me. You left by yourself.
I think I will feel sorry for you. I will use Jin Shi to cast your lonely image and support it in my heart.
However, how bad my luck is and how short my time is.
Youth is getting weaker every year; Spring is temporary; Weak flowers wither meaningless, and the wise warned me that life is just a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.
Can I ignore all this and just stare at the man with his back to me?
This will be useless and stupid, because time is too short.
Then, come, my footsteps on rainy nights; Smile, my golden autumn; Come on, carefree April, throw away your kiss.
There you are, and you, and you!
My love, you know we are all mortal. Is it wise to break your heart for someone who has taken back his heart? Because time is pressing.
How sweet it is to sit in the corner and meditate and write down you in My World rhythmically.
It is a hero to hold on to his sadness and get comfort from others.
But a new face, peeping outside my door, raised his eyes and looked into mine.
I can only dry my tears and change the tone of the song.
Because time is pressing.
If you want to do this, I won't sing.
If it makes your heart tremble, I will take my eyes off your face.
If you jump up suddenly when you walk, I will avoid taking another road.
If you disturb you while knitting garlands, I will avoid your lonely garden.
If I caused a sensation, I wouldn't row a boat by your river.