In Your Thoughts, Forever
Moonlit splendor, capturing autumn's grace. As the autumn wind blows, leaves fall in a flurry, a carpet of fallen blossoms. I stand alone by the railing. I pick up a trace of the tranquil fragrance of the season, embracing the serene moon of deep autumn. I miss you, and the longing grows into a slender form.
The fallen blossoms of time exude a fragrance for a season. I steadfastly guard an everlasting three-thousand-year oath, pouring all my tenderness into meeting you in the deepest red dust. First encounter, like a blooming of flowers, illuminated our lives and warmed the red dust of the past. You brought a ray of sunshine to play a piece of high mountain stream meets a musician, and I poured all my beauty for you to play a piece of Spring River Flower Moon Night.
Deep in the red dust, I and you lightly sing and play. I add fragrance to your sleeves, cutting out a trace of longing, and I gather a touch of yearning, and we live together in the lonely years of flow, warmly leaning on each other. At the time of our first encounter, we engraved beautiful moments, turning back, the longing has entered the bone.
White falling plum says, all the love encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. So in the past life, I must be the lotus you lost, transformed into a butterfly, winding around your eyebrows, letting you not leave. In this life, I still wish to use the thousand-year-old Buddhist robes to exchange for your unwavering loyalty. Let's dance a dance that lasts for thousands of years, and continue the fate that was unfinished in previous lives.
In this life, if you are a lotus, I will cherish the lotus. If you are a summer flower, I will protect the flower. If you are a butterfly, I will accompany you lightly dancing on the edge of the world. If you don't leave, I won't abandon. The weak water is three thousand, I only take one scoop, I shuttle in the red dust, you are the one who takes me across.
I have always believed that there is a meeting between people not on the road, but in the heart. In the red dust, there is a kind of companionship that is not in the morning and evening, but heart to heart. Life has a true love, as long as you give, it is happiness. Hearing you understand is like a flower blooming.
In this life, we may not have a moonlit willow head, nor a romantic evening appointment. Without lip-to-lip, finger-to-finger intimacy. But we also wish for one heart, and we will never be separated in old age. Where we go, we will always meet. Looking back in years, at least we didn't miss each other, and we will never regret this heartfelt encounter. I will carry the longing to accompany you to the ends of the earth, just to see you smile.
Time is quiet, and I talk with you. The water flows slowly, and we live together. The prosperity is gone, and we grow old together. Dear, I really want to hold your hand, feel the temperature of your palm. I really want to take you to watch flowers together, and watch the moon together. Let's watch the sunrise and sunset together. Hold a touch of light joy, and let's slowly grow old with you, and become your heart's treasure. Smile at the red dust, and don't lament the parting. Every morning, the sunshine is with you, that's the greatest happiness of my life.
Who's true love lasts the longest? Who's regretful meeting is late? Who's gaze moistens who's eyes? Waiting is always long and far. When you miss me, you're far away, and when you think of me, you're in the corner of the sea. You're not here, and my longing blooms in my heart. I will hold my longing and accompany the wind and moon. I will wait for it to be cast into the years. Missing you, longing for you to become a habit.
I always like to read you on days of light clouds and gentle winds, reading you about the twists and turns of flow years, listening to your one tree blooming flowers. Experiencing your joy and sorrow, feeling your happiness and sorrow. Your greeting is enough for the world to be warm. Your affectionate tenderness is the greatest attachment of my life.
In this life, we may not have a long-lasting love, not for a long time, not for morning and evening companionship. But we do wish for one heart, and we will never be separated in old age. Looking back in years, at least we didn't miss each other, and we will never regret this heartfelt encounter. I will carry the longing to accompany you to the ends of the earth, just to see you smile.
The years are light and beautiful, you send me miss you from afar, let's sing and play the most beautiful years of my fingertips. Let the flowers bloom and fall, let happiness grow in my heart, one by one. You have lit up my heart's lamp, illuminated my eyes. I dance for you, letting the fallen flowers dance to the ends of the earth, forever following you.
For you, even if love is a cup of bitter wine, I will still drink it with a smile without regret. For you, even if we are thousands of miles apart, I will not look back. Because of loving you, it doesn't matter about the moon and wind, I love you, just love you.
When my fingertips brush past the years, you become the warmth in my life. Your true love warms all my memories in this life, and your tenderness is my lifelong guardianship. I know that no matter where I go, you will always be in my heart. Accompany me to cry, accompany me to laugh, accompany me to wait, accompany me to bloom. Let years flow like jade, and let a touch of fragrance accompany me to pass through the human world's smoke and mirrors, let a touch of tenderness warm my cool. For this life, let's accompany each other through the years without regret, and look back in time, you'll be in the lamplight, and we won't regret this heartfelt encounter.
Time is like water, always silent. Your gentle affection blooms into a flower in my heart. It's fragrant. In the past life, you were in my eyes, and in this life, you're in my longing. If there's a next life, you'll be in my reincarnation. The years are light and flowing, carrying a touch of warmth and accompanying you with a heart to heart, sprinkling a touch of longing to accompany you lightly dancing on the edge of the world. Blooming together, falling together, in the red dust, you're happy.
