I seem to have loved you countless times and in countless forms.
Life after life, life after life, forever.
Year after year, life and death, until eternity.
My fascinated heart has made a necklace of songs,
I made a necklace with a beautiful sound with my obsessed heart.
You wear it around your neck as a gift in various forms.
That's a gift for you. Let it wrap around your neck in any way you like.
Life after life, life after life, forever.
Year after year, life and death, until eternity.
Every time I hear an ancient chronicle of love, it is an ancient pain.
When I listen to the familiar love story, it is the wound of years.
This is an old story about being apart or together.
This is an ancient legend about separation or meeting.
When I stare at the past, finally you appear,
When I look back, I will find you in the end.
The light covered with Polaris penetrates the darkness of time;
You walk through the night under the starlight.
You have become an image that will be remembered forever.
You have become an eternal image in the depths of memory.
You and I are floating on the stream from the source.
You and I drifted here in the eternal river of time.
At the center of time, one person's love for another.
Listen to time and tell all kinds of love stories.
We play with millions of lovers and share the same
We passed thousands of lovers, sharing weal and woe.
Shy and sweet meeting, equally sad parting tears-
Be shy and sweet when you meet, and cry when you see you again. ...
Old love, but the shape is always updated.
But love will always come back to life again, forever.
Today it piled up at your feet, and it found its end in you.
It's piled up at your feet again today, and I can't give you any feelings anymore.
The past and eternal love of mankind:
Everyone's love has become a thing of the past and eternity.
Universal happiness, universal sadness, universal life.
Joy, sadness and life in the universe,
All the memories of love are merged with our love.
All the memories of love will be merged into one-
And the songs of poets of all ages.
Every poet's ballad has become a thing of the past and eternity.