Mountains and oceans have separated us; helplessly, I can only meet you in memories and encounters in dreams.
As we part tomorrow morning, may clouds and sunshine accompany you to the farthest horizon; may flowers and green grass line your distant path ahead.
Although we are about to part, do not be sad; we are all off to make big money.
Tears of parting add new waves to the river of memory; blessings of parting draw back the curtain for our next reunion.
A train whistle echoes across the wilderness; infinite melancholy and loneliness sprout from my heart at the moment of departure.
When you came, my expectations lay in the distance; when you leave, you become the expectation that haunts my dreams.
I bid you farewell with all my heart, hoping life will bring you countless shades of green hope, guiding you to the land of your ideals.
To meet and then part, for a return sail to leave shore again, is the end of past joys and the beginning of future happiness.
In life, there are first meetings, and acquaintances always lead to farewells. Yet, this particular farewell still caught us all by surprise.
You set off tomorrow; please do not forget to take my affection with you and leave behind your heart.
If only I could, allowing you to trace my shadow in a fleeting moment of leisure, I would be like a cocoon buried deep underground, sleeping for twenty more years, only to emerge from the cocoon in the warm spring sun, transforming into a butterfly, dancing gracefully for you beneath the blue sky and by the green grass.
The road is long, the heart is wandering, parting brings sorrow, why sigh; the wind is bleak, the night is long, I await your return, unable to sleep.
Though you fade in my eyes, you are not far in my heart, for even with my eyes closed, I can still see you; I love you.
Parting is a kind of beauty; the autumn water that cannot be measured by gaze is transcended by your roaming thoughts.
My heart remains forever open to you; please remember my gaze, for it will light your way home.
Everything missed is like time passed—it cannot be retrieved. Missing just a little leads to missing much more, perhaps missing a lifetime, leaving a lifelong regret. Sometimes we could have easily possessed something, yet it slipped away quietly.
Together and apart are intertwined. To gather is the concentration of strength; to disperse is the sowing of light.
Waving goodbye and setting sail on the voyage, what I cannot forget is the cable of friendship you threw, which has invisibly tied itself firmly to my heart.
Baby, as long as you are happy, I am happy, no matter who is by your side... T_T
Graduation is approaching; the scene of parting and the reluctant looks keep replaying in my mind, like surging waves that keep my heart from resting.
The wind has raised ripples, yet they never seem to smooth out, for the worry that washes in with your departure.
