Waiting for You with Gentleness, Slowly Loving You in Time
Tonight, the nightingales in the forest, gracefully passed through the willows, spreading their colorful plumage, bringing a rose-colored petal, just for you, to linger in a misty rain, to condense fragrance in a crimson petal, to indulge in the moonlight, to fly in a wisp of clear breeze; Tonight, I stand on the corridor of time, waiting for a spark of love to bloom in the depths of the heart, to shake up the flower rain, swaying into a tree of lingering fragrance. Just for you, on the rain bridge, to guard a deep affection, waiting for time to lengthen the thoughts of longing, waiting for a strand of love to slowly grow in the wind, waiting for us to together browse through time.
How much I want to close my eyes in your warm embrace, listening to the butterflies dancing and birds singing, listening to the gentle breeze and raindrops tapping on the windows; How much I want to bind you into the scrolls of time, engraving it on the timeless walls; How much I want, to be in every water-like night, with you, to cherish this flower fragrance. How much I want, to always be like this, with you, quietly gazing, to settle the unfolding thoughts in gentleness. When the wind passes over the silence of the distant mountains, to collect your every smile, to linger in your every gentleness, to drown in your every breath.
I wish to be a raindrop, in the night of gentle rain and soft wind, to wash away your weary appearance, to moisten your heart with gentle affection, to gently tell you, how much I miss you; I wish to be a breeze, in the gentle rain and flying Jiangnan, to dry the raindrops on your delicate features, to let the warm wind brush past your ears, to gently tell you, how much I love you.
I wish to be a petal of love, to open your heart's window, to perform a light and joyful moment for me, without writing longing, without painting sorrow, to spend a flower blooming time with you, to build a fragrant fence; I wish to be a water bank, to cherish this flower fragrance on the road you pass, without remembering joy or sorrow, without waiting for frost and wind, to rest with half a moon's lingering light, to drink love long.
Dear, under the purple flower umbrella, there's a stream of thought like a tide flowing in the falling rain, when the wind rises, longing falls into endless entanglement, spreading a heart like a lily's affairs, rendering it with the fragrance. If time is like a piece of green, then give love a sense of composure, give love a sense of tranquility. If the stars in the sky are shimmering, that's my deepest longing for you.
Tonight, I'm drunk, I burn the soft night sky into a yearning for love, does that flickering longing spread ripples in your dream? Let the wind bring a rose scent, will surely bring your news. Dear, I miss you, but I dare not think of you, I'm afraid when I think of you, I will not help but cry; Tonight, I'm drunk, I bloom every flower into your likeness, let each petal drift with the wind, whether it will settle in your memory? Dear, that's not your tears, it's the infusion of love's longing into your breath.
Tonight, I'm waiting with gentleness for you, splashing ink for ink, together painting the dawn and dusk; Tonight, I'm waiting with a smile for you, cutting words into poetry, together writing wind and rain. Tonight, wait for you to come, cherish time.
