A lone lamp, accompanied by a cup of fragrant tea, turning the pages of the book where the ink is lingering, the handwriting quickly cluttered the snow-white paper, what cluttered me? The fragrant pages, the fast handwriting dazzling Xue's clear eyebrows, the Tang style that has dyed it for a lifetime? Who is it that enters my dreams and provokes my thoughts in this life?
Carrying a wisp of breeze, passing through the eaves of your dreams, you are as smart and wise as you, do you want me to wait hopelessly? Holding a bright moon in your heart, as gentle as me, do you still want me to cover the coldness of lovesickness with my hands? Close your eyes, and the sound of the piano spreads like water to the heart of the peaceful night.
The flowing clouds and light boats wash away the sorrow in the eyes, and the green grass is luxuriant. The breeze dances with butterflies, but the wind cannot dry the tears left on the heart. Where I stare, the only sound is the sound of cuckoos during the falling flowers season. In the gap of time passing by at the fingertips, if we could encounter a windless moonlit night, who would melt the beautiful night into a dewy rose in the soft waves of Jian Jia?
White clothes, plain hands, piccolo, light boat, who are on the shore of the four seasons, setting the moon as a bottle, drinking the thoughts of the river, drinking the sorrow of three generations, touching the warmth and coldness of the world with affectionate poems, Changes in the world? Whose face has grown old after thousands of years of waiting, and has sunk in the search. Even if loneliness turns into mourning, it still cannot swim through the lonely soul, but the heart gradually becomes haggard.
Painting the screen, weaving dreams around the tower, a gentle pen can never write the beauty encountered in the heart into perfection without regrets in this life. And you are always not far from me, accompanying me in the dim night, a curtain of starlight. Unable to avoid expectations, wrapped in the thick night, sneaking towards the boundless darkness, even though I know that you are a phantom accompanying me in my dreams.
In this life, I am standing on the lonely left bank, and you are standing on the edge of the sea and the horizon, with your fingertips slipping through the passing years. Even though the world is far away, you still cannot cut off the long and lingering thoughts of the world. I really want to engrave an oath on the Sansheng Stone, a unique eternity in heaven and earth.
Standing in the world of mortals, covered with mist and rain, we met only because of fate, and I fixed my eyes just to catch a glimpse of you. Let me consider for a moment, and brew the long-cherished reserve into an agate-like oath. In a flash, the dream has been broken into pieces, turning into drizzle all over the sky, beating on the lonely window eaves. A touch of bitterness accompanied by a bit of fragrant sweetness, dragging the romantic feelings of Tang Feng and Song Yu, moistening yourself to the fullest.
Raise your head and gaze quietly at the pale blue Milky Way, which has turned into a dream that has lingered for thousands of years, and the lonely riverbed is filled with souls that have never been extinguished throughout the ages. Looking at the eternal sky and thinking of your increasingly haggard face, my tears spread freely...