Eventually I learned the art of love,
But you had long departed, lost within the human tide.
At last, through tears, I came to comprehend,
Some souls, once missed, will never reappear.
Gardenia, with white petals fair,
Drifting down upon my skirt, a blue pleated affair.
"I love you," you whispered low,
I bowed my head, a fragrant scent did flow.
That timeless night, never to fade,
Of midsummer, age seventeen, the kiss you made,
Through all my years since, when I sigh or I grieve,
I recall that day's starlight, and still believe.
The love we shared in that time's tender grace,
Why could it be so simple, in that space?
And why, oh why, must it unfold,
Deeply loved hearts be broken, left cold?
In this deep night, so like the past,
Do you, too, feel the shadows vast?
Quietly regretting, with sorrow that holds fast?
If only then, we could have been,
Less stubborn, less keen,
This present regret would not have been seen.
How do you recall my face?
With a smile, or in a silent space?
Through all these years, since then,
Has anyone eased your loneliness, now and then?
Eventually I learned the art of love,
But you had long departed, lost within the human tide.
At last, through tears, I came to comprehend,
Some souls, once missed, will never reappear, my friend.
How do you recall my face?
With a smile, or in a silent space?
Through all these years, has anyone eased your loneliness?
Eventually I learned the art of love,
But you had long departed, lost within the human tide.
At last, through tears, I came to comprehend,
Some souls, once missed, will never reappear, my friend.
Eventually I learned the art of love,
But you had long departed, lost within the human tide.
At last, through tears, I came to comprehend,
Some souls, once missed, will never reappear, my friend.
Forever, it will not return.
A boy there was, who loved that girl so deep,
Unwilling to be swayed by right or wrong, how fates perverse would creep.
The flower in my heart withered, time, once flown, can't be retrieved,
I wish to shed this worldly glamor, wipe away the dust I've received,
And share with you clear wine, lost in a lifetime's dream.
Unwilling to be swayed by right or wrong, how fates perverse would creep.
The flower in my heart withered, time, once flown, can't be retrieved,
Memories wander, back and forth, my heart aches in endless strain,
I only wish my remaining life be without regret, carried by flower scent again.
A pot of clear wine, a body of dust,
One thought returns, living the rest of life with no regrets, in trust.
Through seasons passing, rising, falling, vain glory, right and wrong,
When flowers bloom again, I'll drown in wine, where I belong.
Unwilling to be swayed by right or wrong, how fates perverse would creep.
The flower in my heart withered, time, once flown, can't be retrieved,
Memories wander, back and forth, my heart aches in endless strain,
I only wish my remaining life be without regret, carried by flower scent again.
A pot of clear wine, a body of dust,
One thought returns, living the rest of life with no regrets, in trust.
Through seasons passing, rising, falling, vain glory, right and wrong,
When flowers bloom again, I'll drown in wine, where I belong.
May this flowing time no longer wither, till flowers bloom, then drink again to the spree.
May this flowing time no longer wither, looking back to taste heart's wine's memory.
A pot of clear wine, a body of dust,
One thought returns, living the rest of life with no regrets, in trust.
Through seasons passing, rising, falling, vain glory, right and wrong,
When flowers bloom again, I'll drown in wine, where I belong.
A pot of clear wine, a body of dust,
One thought returns, living the rest of life with no regrets, in trust.
A memory, born and died, has calmed my weary heart,
To look back and taste the aftertaste, a bitter-sweet part.
A memory, born and died, has calmed my weary heart,
To look back and taste the aftertaste, a bitter-sweet part.
Pale brows outline swing's tales, north wind paints a dragon's spell,
Peonies on the screen, bird-drawn, mirror your beauty well.
Dim fragrance wafts through the pane, your heart's deep thoughts I learn.
On Xuan paper, a crinkled edge, a ruler split in two,
Oil colors tinge the maiden's portrait, now concealed from view.
And your sweet smile, so delicate, like a bud about to bloom,
A wisp of your beauty drifts, dispelling all the gloom.
To a place beyond my reach, where I can never go.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Smoke curls upwards, river divides us, vast is fate.
On flat earth, I engrave your room's faint, drifting grace,
Let it be my prelude, to meet you in this place.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Moonlight retrieved, the ending now concealed by fate.
Like famed blue and white porcelain, beautiful alone it stands,
The smile within your eyes, within these very hands.
The white, blue, and flowery scene, vivid on the bowl's deep base,
Copying Song script, signing, still yearning for your face.
You are hidden in the potion's power, a secret from a thousand years,
In the rushing stream, like shy flowers fallen, shedding silent tears.
Beyond the woods, plantains whisper spells, a dreamy verdigris,
As I pass through that Jiangnan town, I wait for you, in bliss.
In the ink-wash landscape, from ink's depths you softly fade.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Smoke curls upwards, river divides us, vast is fate.
On flat earth, I engrave your room's faint, drifting grace,
Let it be my prelude, to meet you in this place.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Moonlight retrieved, the ending now concealed by fate.
Like famed blue and white porcelain, beautiful alone it stands,
The smile within your eyes, within these very hands.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Smoke curls upwards, river divides us, vast is fate.
On flat earth, I engrave your room's faint, drifting grace,
Let it be my prelude, to meet you in this place.
The sky awaits the misty rain, and I, for you, I wait.
Moonlight retrieved, the ending now concealed by fate.
Like famed blue and white porcelain, beautiful alone it stands,
The smile within your eyes, within these very hands.
How many winters since we parted ways?
What day of the week is it in these empty days?
At times, my thoughts will drift to you.
Your sudden message, piercing through,
Left me breathless, what could I do?
I froze in place, bewildered, rooted there.
While all rejoiced, with not a single care,
I alone, foolishly, awoke to despair.
Someone long ago had sewn your bridal gown.
I thank you for your special invitation, down
To witness love that you have found.
I constantly remind myself, no escape allowed.
Holding the invite, I walk closer through the crowd,
To the venue he painstakingly arrayed.
Alas, this landscape is for you alone displayed,
While I am merely a guest, a part of the charade.
I let go of all memories, one by one,
To complete your love, before the setting sun.
Yet still, I refuse to believe this is fate's decree.
You, long unseen, now seem so distant, strange to me,
Our handshake, polite small talk, filled with formality.
Why must we, before his eyes, so carefully conceal,
That my world once held your presence, and how I feel?
Unknowing, the wedding bells begin to chime,
You stand in wait, awaiting that grand time.
Waiting for him to approach, with gentle stride,
The tender man kneels down, by your side,
The diamond ring, so slowly, slips with grace,
Upon your finger, finding its destined place.
While all rejoice, with not a single care,
I alone, foolishly, awake to despair.
Turns out, between us, all ties have gone astray.
I thank you for your special invitation, to stay,
And witness love that you have found, on this bright day.
I constantly remind myself, no escape allowed.
Today you are adorned, so beautiful and proud,
A beauty I once held close, within my arms embraced.
Alas, this is your wedding, with him, so firmly placed,
While I am merely a guest, lost in this hastened race.
I let go of all memories, one by one,
To complete your love, before the setting sun.
Yet still, I refuse to believe this is fate's decree.
Our promised 'forever' turned to 'once upon a time,' it seems.
I try sincerely to bless your heartfelt dreams,
Forgive my lack of grace, my weakness, I confess.
I choose to slip away, and depart this tenderness.
This isn't some idol drama, staged for show,
Why do I play my part so deeply, full of woe?
This painful story, too harsh for my eyes to see.
I thank you for your special invitation, to be,
To witness the love you desired, now set free.
A guest, perhaps, is just another twist of fate.
The me who left you, now, it's far too late,
What right have I to offer care or to inquire?
After all, you are the one who found your heart's desire,
While I am merely a guest, watching from afar.
I shed all memories, like falling tears,
To celebrate your wedding, calming all my fears.
Yet still, I lack the courage to wish you well.
Thanks for this final awakening, the story it does tell,
To give myself back, to myself once more, I see.
At least I can still be the one to stand,
A guest who witnessed your love, across the land.
He is truly lucky, the one you've come to know.
May she love you more deeply than I, and let it show.
We promised to wander, to roam without end,
But I turned back midway, my journey to bend.
I fell into an ocean of endless regret,
Found I couldn't leave you, still aching yet.
I started to decide, to turn and return,
But you were no longer there, a lesson to learn.
I can accept all of you, every single part,
All your little tempers, held close in my heart.
I can take you to savor many a delight,
Many good things, to make your world bright.
I can occasionally bring you sweet things to embrace,
Bring little moments of joy and grace.
Just like the years before, so free and clear,
Each day, I'd fill your life with surprises, my dear.
Your heart's deep wounds, I have the power to mend,
My joy, only you, my love, can extend.
Let us no longer be apart, no more goodbyes.
Can I be with you, beneath these very skies?
Between us, too many memories reside,
Loving you, there was no reason, nowhere to hide.
It's just my young heart, in its first bloom, met you then.
I don't wish for a future that's not with you, again,
Only wish to stay with you, forever by your side.
Before my expiration date has finally passed,
While you are still willing, and our love can last.
Three years of memories, deeply entwined,
How can I erase them, from heart and mind?
Can we pick them up again, to hold them dear?
Forever together, banishing all fear.
Our time has not expired, no, not yet!
Let us no longer be apart, no more goodbyes.
Can I be with you, beneath these very skies?
Between us, too many memories reside,
Loving you, there was no reason, nowhere to hide.
It's just my young heart, in its first bloom, met you then.
I don't wish for a future that's not with you, again,
Only wish to stay with you, forever by your side.
Before my expiration date has finally passed,
While you are still willing, and our love can last.
Can I be with you, beneath these very skies?
Between us, too many memories reside,
Loving you, there was no reason, nowhere to hide.
It's just my young heart, in its first bloom, met you then.
I don't wish for a future that's not with you, again,
Only wish to stay with you, forever by your side.
Before my expiration date has finally passed,
While you are still willing, and our love can last.
Before my expiration date has finally passed,
While you are still willing, and our love can last.
The ending holds a parting hand.
Still, I do not wish to part.
I hold my phone, foolish hope within my heart.
I, too, could find release,
Yet cannot find my peace.
To love or to be loved, a bittersweet trance,
Neither is an exception, given the chance.
The clothes you left behind, upon the balcony lay.
Perhaps I've never seen that ocean you would say,
Perhaps the love you spoke of, was false, and flew away.
I don't know what's wrong with me, why I still hope and yearn,
For a future with you, a lesson I still learn.
How could you forget? You were the first to say you loved me so.
In the drawer lies the music box, a gift you bestowed.
Has all my happiness been carried off by you, away?
Or have I grown accustomed to a lonely, solitary day?
I, too, could find release,
Yet cannot find my peace.
To love or to be loved, a bittersweet trance,
Neither is an exception, given the chance.
The clothes you left behind, upon the balcony lay.
Perhaps I've never seen that ocean you would say,
Perhaps the love you spoke of, was false, and flew away.
I don't know what's wrong with me, why I still hope and yearn,
For a future with you, a lesson I still learn.
How could you forget? You were the first to say you loved me so.
In the drawer lies the music box, a gift you bestowed.
Has all my happiness been carried off by you, away?
Or have I grown accustomed to a lonely, solitary day?
How could you forget? You were the first to say you loved me so.
In the drawer lies the music box, a gift you bestowed.
Has all my happiness been carried off by you, away?
Or have I grown accustomed to a lonely, solitary day?