As time mercilessly erodes the bond of fate on the stone of three lives, I can only release the cloud of longing from the depths of my heart, letting it drift and cover the sky where you are, sending you my intense longing. The wind, carrying the faint fragrance of my thoughts, quietly slips into your tear-filled dreams, whispering my deep affection and washing away the bitterness between your brows. Looking through the cold window at the full moon rising in the distance, I recall the brilliant life you painted with peach blossoms. It rests on my snow-cold heart, shattering the glaze shadow under the moon and moistening the pillow still warm from dreams. Perhaps in my dreams, you still shake off the poems of your desolation. Yet, let these sorrowful poems layer upon my heart, unchanging in this life, eternal in this world.
In that moment, I felt a sudden pang of heartache. In the past, we didn't need to speak; a single glance conveyed our unspoken understanding. In the past, whenever I started a sentence, you would seamlessly finish it, our hearts in perfect sync. Why is it that now, when dialing each other's numbers, the first thing we do is verify if the person answering is indeed you, and the first thing we say is our own name?
I only hope that there will be no misunderstandings between us in this lifetime. If you still love me, let's stay together forever. If one day that love fades, tell me, and I will leave. I truly, deeply love you. Let us not miss each other again this time.
She still clearly thinks of her first love. It seems no matter what I do, I can never compare to him. Even after the breakup, she turned to him. Please, let me forget you quickly.
In the lonely night, I miss your company. My solitary longing grows more intense. My deep affection is buried in my heart, and my profound thoughts are hidden in my soul. This brief blessing conveys my care: May you be filled with happiness, and may my love for you never cease!
I hope there is someone who will spoil me without limits.
For a love without promises, it is okay to play, but do not take it seriously.
Composure your mind and keep moving forward. If you miss the flowers, you will sow the rain; if you miss the rain, you will encounter the rainbow.
Life is merely a ruler. Youth occupies only a long span on this ruler, represented as is by a few fine markings. The angle from which we observe it has already, like a sundial, recorded our gradual distance from it.
There are no rules, nor should there be conditions.
