Beautiful and Romantic Ancient Chinese Sentences: Hold My Hands, Eternal Tenderness

If I grow old with white hair and fading beauty,

will you still,

hold my hands, with eternal tenderness?

Quietly waiting for a flowering tree to bloom, hoping you'll return when its leaves fall.

Just like this, standing in time,

without sorrow, without sadness,

lightly turn, smiling and standing there.

At the end of prosperity, seek a solitary valley without people,

build a wooden hut with a blue stone path,

with you, dawn and dusk, living a serene life.

Walking alone on the red dust road,

green vines brushing against my garment,

blue clouds erasing vows.

A person's lifetime meets two people,

one stunned time,

one softened years.

If you bestow an ivory hairpin upon me,

I will weave your long hair for you.

Wash off all extravagance, from now on, sunset and the horizon.

Unconcerned about praise or blame, watch flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard;

Unconcerned about departure or return, gaze at the sky, clouds rolling and dissipating.

When a thought arises, the distance between heaven and earth is close;

When a thought ceases, heaven and earth are distant.

The sunlight is warm and hot, the years are peaceful and quiet.

If you don't come, how can I bear to grow old?

Among all kinds of love in the world,

there is one called unwavering love.

Even if countless years pass without returning, even if longing penetrates the bone,

I will still regard your eyes and eyebrows as they were in the beginning, time passing as it is.

Old age often forgets, but never forgets longing.

Like water flowing year after year, allow me to be unable to exhaust my longing;

Flowers and vines fall, promise you a lifetime of tenderness;

In the spring of March, misty and hazy,

even ten miles of blooming peach blossoms,

take one to place on your heart, is enough.

If I grow tired of the scenery, weary of the road,

Will you,

willing to become a stone of wine color,

let me lean against you.

Once upon a time,

we were the most tender people in the world,

bowing for a flower, pausing for a cloud,

moved by a drop of rain.
You stand by the bridge to watch the scenery,

and people in the scenery look at you.

The world is like a book, I simply love this one sentence;

I wish to be a comma, waiting at the side of your feet,

as long as you have your own reader,

and I am just a ferryman.

Time is peaceful and quiet, talking with you;

Year after year, living with you.