"The most beautiful is the green leaf on the hill", what is this song? The key of the song seems to be like this.

Xi Murong - Youth Without Complaint

Volume 1 Introduction

In your youth, if you fall in love with someone,

please, please, please be gentle with him.

It doesn't matter how long or how short your love for each other is,

if you can always be gentle with each other,

all the moments will be a flawless beauty.

If you have to part, say goodbye properly,

and also keep thanks in your heart,

for giving you a memory.

When you grow up, you will realize that

in the moment of looking back,

youth without resentment will have no regrets,

like the quiet full moon on the hill.

The Value of Poetry

If you suddenly ask me

why I write poems

why don't I do something

other useful

then I don't know

how to answer

I'm like a goldsmith who pounds and pounds day and night

only to stretch the pain into

thin gold ornaments. I wonder if this effort to transform the source of my sorrows into

shiny words

has a value

as beautiful as the lines of a song

there must be something

I can't understand

otherwise, the grass and the trees would be so much more than I can understand. How else would the grass and the trees grow

in order

and the birds fly back to their homeland

There must be something

that I can't understand

How else would the days and the nights turn

so fast, and all the moments

have been missed, and the sorrows eat away at me

There must be something that I must give up, when the leaves have fallen

After the leaves have fallen, and I can't understand what I'm doing, what I'm doing.

It's the diary I kept when I was sixteen

Or is it the beautiful lilies of the mountain

Secrets I've been hiding all my life

A love feast

The heart that's fading

The inexplicable sadness in front of a handful of sticks

A feast in my memory

That won't go away.

It's a drunkenness

that you can't drink, but you have to fight for

Hope

In fact, what I'm looking forward to

is just that one moment

I've never asked you to give me

your whole life

If I can meet you on a hillside full of gardenia

If I can meet you y, then I'll be able to make my life miserable.

If I could love you once and then leave you again

then wouldn't the longest life be just

just

that short moment

when I look back

the young heart

would never look back

not the old eons of time

nor the nights of the

stars and the moon.

Though the windows still open every morning

and the scent of jasmine still comes every summer

there is something

lost

in the crowded streets of the marketplace

and the twilight of the hastily descending sky

My young heart

will not return to the old days.

The scent of jasmine will be there

But something

has been lost

Before the crowded marketplace

In the falling twilight

My young heart

will never be reunited

The clam and the jewel

Can't erase the wound

So, with a warm tear

The clam and the jewel

Will not be able to erase the wound. And so, with warm tears

you wrapped the past in layers

that memories are becoming more and more

crystalline in your arms, and every turn of the side

has come to touch the pain

and made you grow old

in the deep silence of the sea

Volume 2: First Encounters

Beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are the same. like beautiful poems,

are both rare and unattainable,

often appearing in the least expected moments.

I love dreams like that, where

everything can start over, everything can be explained, and

even in my heart, I can feel the ecstasy and gratitude of having all that wasted time back again.

Chest overflowing with happiness, just because you are right in front of my eyes,

smiling at me, as it was then.

I really like that kind of dream, knowing that you have been for me to pull thousands of miles,

but also feel that the grass is fresh, colorful, as if you and I just met for the first time.

Karma

Between all the lotus

I put my whole life

to you

Nothing can be deliberated

Can be reckoned with in time

Yes, there is nothing

Can be arranged by us

Before a thousand and ten thousand layers of lotus leaf

When you look back

There is no need for a new, more than one, one of them is a new, more than one.

When you look back

There are many things that have been decided since then

On that afternoon filled with the scent of

Flowers

An afternoon of painting lotus

On that July afternoon

In front of the lotus of the new rain If

If you hadn't looked back

I could have painted any kind of subject

I could have painted any kind of subject

I could have painted any kind of subject

I could have painted any kind of subject

And I could have painted anything.

I could have made a completely different sketch or watercolor

My life could have been

different if

In front of the lotus in the new rain

You had just walked by quietly

On that July afternoon

If

If

you hadn't turned back

The flower season of sixteen I woke up in a strange city

with your name still on my lips

I'm a million miles away from you, my love

and I know

that sixteen years old only blooms once

but I still care about the whiteness of the train

about all the praised

pampered and soothed feelings

about the gold and the white of the dress.

Care for the golden web of dreams

To shield me from the winds and frosts of a foreign land

Love is a kind of wine

Drinking it turns it into longing

And in a strange city

I raise my glass night after night

Toward the year when I was sixteen

Bewilderment

Could it be possible that I am in love with you

To be in love with you

To be in love with you?

Isn't it true that

I was in love with a youth that never returned

a flower that withered before it bloomed

and a summer that was so hasty

a painting that was discarded before it was colored

and a parting that was so thoughtless

Aren't I really in love with you

? Was I really in love with you

Otherwise, how else could I have fallen in love with

that kind of youth

questioning

I've spent my life

thinking about one thing

Youth is like a shy bud

unable to speak

waiting for the full blossom of a flower

but then I'm parted

and tonight, I'm not sure if it's true or not.

And we meet tonight

But we are in the way of your and my gray hairs Ridiculous, unfortunate me

Finally I have to spend my whole life

Thinking about a question

Volume 3 Young Nights

Some answers I could tell you first, but I love,

Some answers I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a very long time until the question has been forgotten.

To that time, back to not answer,

Or to answer something will no longer so important,

If yes, if yes you must know.

If you still must know, then,

Please go back slowly and carefully,

In that young night, some what,

Some what, had attacked our tender and sensitive heart.

In that young night,

How clear the moon had been, as clear and clean as water.

My faith

I believe that the essence of love is the same as

the simplicity and gentleness of life

I believe that all the

reflections and casts of light and shadow

I believe that a tree full of blossoms

only originates from a single seed in the snow and ice

I believe that the 300 poems

repeatedly state that

is just the one word that I failed to say when I was young

I believe that God has arranged everything

I also believe that if you are willing to go back with me

to that distant and humble source

we will finally understand each other

Mountain and Moon

. --In the mountains, at midnight, the pines look like waves

The moonlight silhouettes the pines

You smile and say, "This isn't a pine."

Whatever it is, it's a deep black, a transparent blue

A little bit of green, a slice of silver, and a little bit of green, reflecting on it. Reflecting

You in the forest, in your forest

You are hospitable, for you are rich

With many stories of the mountains

Stars of the dawn, forest fires, and the legendary merganser

You speak, speak, speak, speak, and yet you hold your tongue, not a word to me

And I wait, with patience as of a stone

And the moon is deaf to me, and the mountains are deaf to me, but the moon is deaf to me. But the moonlight deafened me, and the winds of the mountains came on

At midnight, in the old woods, the lilies were pale

Mountain Moon

--Old Work No.2

I have been on the moonwalks

Because you were in the mountains

And in the hot tears of this night's story

I saw your smiling face

And in the hot tears of this night, I saw your smiling face

And in the hot tears of this night, I saw you in the moonlight. I still see your smiling face

In the darkness of the mountains

My years have passed

I think that every spring in the forest, still

There will be a strong you

Holding me up

And the moonlight is like the water, and the grasses are dark

Mountain and moon

- -I used to walk to the moonlight

Because you were in the mountains

And in the hot tears I tell tonight

I can still see your smiling face

The mountains are dark

My years have gone by

I think that every time spring comes back to the forest, there will still be you

Stronger than ever

There will be you.

Holding me up the steps

And the moon is like water and the grass is misty

Mountain Moon

--Old Work No.3

Listen to the moon

A merchant girl sings of her backyard

(She must have been in tears when she sang it)

And the rain and the snow are falling, like tears.

The rain falls like tears

(I must be singing like a merchant girl)

I wonder what kind of twists and turns there are in the dream of a thousand years

Five hundred years ago, five hundred years from now

If there's a woman who comes to you

and sings for you

While the moonlight fills the mountains

Youth is like wine.

The one who has no regrets

She once made me

a very tender promise

And the mountain moon

Has shone on her young

bright face in the forest

An aromatic moment for all the sorrow and loneliness

I have today in the crowd of the long-singing pains

And in the crowd of the long-singing pains In the crowd of people who sing of pain

Does she know that I am still the one

With no regrets

The farewell

Wouldn't want to be a barrier

Wouldn't want to let the tears

Moisten the face of the dearest

So, in this dark hour

I quietly withdraw

Pardon me if I don't say Farewell

And in the deepest, deepest corners

Tried to hide you

Hidden away

A distance no man, no age

Could ever reach

The moment of the melting snow

While she slept

He was walking on the path of the melting snow

Thanking for the stars of the old days and the ice on the

in front of the river where the ice cubes crashed against each other

whispering

her name

and in the southern night

everything was silent as usual

except for a few tired petals

that the wind

had landed on her window

Volume IV Warnings

The truth is, the water-pencil boy was there a long time ago. The water pencil boy was there early,

in order to give us a timely warning,

it arrived before any of us.

We finally came hand in hand, unaware of the long wait of the water pen boy.

We thought that all the joy and elation were deserved,

that the blue of the mountains and the green of the water were not enough,

that if we were willing to love each other with all our hearts, we would never be separated.

In fact, the water-pencil boy was there a long time ago,

But the sea breeze blew my white clothes, the years are growing long,

Young heart, ah, can not understand the water-pencil boy's anxiety and sadness.

Tears-Moonflower

It is the tears in your eyes that I cannot forget

Reflecting the moonflower between the clouds

Last night it rained

Rain invaded the barren mound on the distant mountain

The tiny grove of acacia wood

Covering the hill of your grave is the shade of green

This morning the sky clears up

Di Luo climbs on

The gentle winds of the valley

The white grass on your grave

When it's dusk

Who will go to the graveside to identify the broken headstones

We've already forgotten where we were when we were buried

Only we remember weeping towards the slanting sun

Whoever you want

Select the one that's got the most green grass

The one that has the most green grass. The one with the most grass

Put down a bouquet of hyacinths

I shouldn't have wept

I know it's not necessarily you that's sleeping under the ground

Why should I follow the cries of the world's common people

It's been a few hundred years

This long dream hasn't woken up yet

I wish the reality would become an old fairy tale

If you only slept for one hundred years, I'd be there with you too.

Let wild roses blossom in us

Let red-breasted birds nest in our hair

Let fallen leaves rest in the folds of our coats

A century passed in a flash, but it was only a dream

The shadows of the distant mountains engulfed you

And engulfed my melancholic heart

Going back, through the pines

There's something in the forest that is not yet awake.

The shadow of a deer in the forest

What flowers bloom on the paths

Why is it always the tearful moonlight night after night

Far away

Morrow

Tomorrow is another day between the mountains

Superior mountain is gentle and solemn

There is a thunderbolt coming from the valley

The mountains are so thick

The mountains are so thick

The mountains are so thick

The mountains are so thick

The mountains are so thick

That they cover up my eyes.

Farewell, my love

Let me cross this strange valley alone

Separated by a deep and depressing space

My yesterdays are crying

Confession

Don't write any more of these strange verses

You won't want to be a poet all your life

But

The love that belongs to me is so beautiful

How can my heart not be filled with poetry

My verses are like pearls on a broken chain

Though broken

Each one of them

is still as soft as the first one

I can't stop the thoughts at the tip of my pen

Like the unstoppable spring rains

Though it may rain in mud

It also cleanses me from my own thoughts

But it also cleanses the heart of the jasmine

Four Seasons

1

Let me believe, my dear

that this is my story

It's as if Let me believe that the blossoms and the flowers are the history of the spring season

2

If you can forget, then

I should be able to forget too.

I should be able to freeze all the teardrops in my heart

or to decorate them on the boundless sky of the summer night

3

And when the wind picks up

I don't care if I tighten the train of my coat

to protect my still-singing heart

from the ears of the autumn

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Just because I can't grow where the snow falls

All my life, I can't speak of that hope

I'm a transplanted conifer

Dear, you're a winter home in the far north

Why

Can I lock up my pen? Why

Can't I lock up my love and sorrow

At the end of the long journey, I'll be in the middle of a long, long day.

Why

is it that the joys of a long life always fade as soon as they appear

The ones that go the fastest are the most beautiful ones

Paper 5 Riddles

When I got to the bottom of the riddle, I realized that the feast had already ended, and that everything had passed.

The feast is over, the crowd is far away, and you are among them,

The twilight is so deep that you cannot be recognized, and you will not meet again.

But only a moment ago, this garden was windy and sunny,

full of laughter, but I could not go in.

They gave me a riddle to guess well,

and guess correctly,

in order to meet you, in order to give me a hoped-for love.

When I guessed the bottom of the riddle, I realized that

everything had passed, and the years had long since changed the riddle.

Short Song

By the side of the mountain road where no one passes by

The peach blossoms bloomed in droves

and fell

The woman in front of the mirror

gazed for a long time

at

her fragrant and richly colored beauty in the mirror

And the humid seasons and the

tender heart

are what often happens to me in this world.

It's the kind of love

that is often remembered when it's too late

The youth

-Third

I love that tonight

I look back at the paths we came down

to find that our days

have come and gone in a different way

The vision that was once planned with such enthusiasm

the blueprint that was drawn with such care and precision

the youth that was once so eagerly awaited

has never come

The secret of the fleeting blossom

is always

the secret of the fleeting blossom. p>

It's always the morning after it fades

that you walk by

and realize that last night

was right outside your window

I was

how beautiful and lonely

a flower

that I loved, and only I

know

that you missed out on.

What a bright moon you missed last night

Distance

We're on two ridges so high

We can't look at each other from afar

But I can hear your soft voice coming through

Clouds and mist and canyons and ravines so steep

Be careful, you say, we are on a ridge where we cannot go wrong at a step

And I can hear your gentle voice coming through

The clouds and fog and the steep canyons

Careful.

So even at that distance

that far away

you wouldn't indulge me and kept the commandments

that you made that young night

Be careful, you said

that we couldn't take a single step wrong

but sometimes

that you were harsh. You'll suddenly forget

and turn around and ask for news of the lotus flowers and the mountain moon that year

and what can I say to you

The forest fires have gone out and the winds of sorrow are cold

and my choked heart has finally fallen from the heights

You're still urging me, still saying, "Be careful, we can't take a wrong step," and you're still telling me that we can't take a wrong step.

We can't take a wrong step

All the years have become

a false myth, and the grass is green, and the flowers bloom

And at last they all fall

In the dizziness of the fall

Can anyone give me an answer

Farewell

Isolated on the high ridge. High on a ridge

If it was a mistake from the beginning, then why

why was it so beautifully wrong

Death of the white bird

If you are the tearful archer

I'm the white bird

determined not to hide anymore

waiting for the feathered arrow to break through.

Shooting into my broken heart

If you're the only one in the world

The only one who can hurt me

I'm all your youth

All the joys and sorrows you can't forget

All the joys and sorrows that you can't forget

All the last clouds

Hidden in the infinite sky

Then, I'd like to die at your hands

It would be good for me.

It's as if I can finally

die in your arms

To the Wanderer

One day, you'll be reading my heart in the lamplight, and outside the window

the night is deep and still

It's as if it's all in the past

The bustle of youth

The dust and the wanderings of the mountains, the winds and the waves of the sea. The winds of the mountains and the waves of the sea

have all stopped, and the year has finally grown old

Outside the window, the night fog fills the air

All the sorrows and joys have flown away like butterflies, and the years will never come back

No matter how stubbornly I waited for you, I could only leave you with a thin, thin book of poems

There is nothing more I can do but leave you a thin, thin book of poems

When I look back at you, I see that you are a young man. >Volume 6 The Moment of Looking Back

In our world, time is the warp, space is the woof,

thinly and densely weaving a series of sorrows and joys,

weaving the extremely regular yin and yang mistakes. In every corner,

every knot actually has a secret mark,

at that time we did not know,

but in retrospect,

suddenly found that all the veins are clear,

only then smiled to realize the pain and sorrow of the place.

In that moment of looking back, time stays and never passes away.

The streams that flow in the shade of sheep's teeth and wild peonies are still young,

The sky is full of clouds, and my heart is full of the love and care you gave me.

Crossroads

If I ever really loved you

I'll never forget

Of course I still have to

walk without moving

Say It's a beautiful day

The winds are soft again

And still smile wearily in the slanting sun

Say Life is so ordinary

Also

But if I really loved you

I'll never forget

that it was at this crossroads

that the young you and I waved our hands

and parted ways

with the train of our youth

and I was a clear river

that circled around the sandy island where you had stood

and I was a young man with a young wife and a young son. On that sunny summer afternoon

With many white clouds

Your green train

Waving in the wind

Reflected in my heart

And like a gentle watercress

With sweet pain

I look back

I'll flow through and never come back

This life will never be the same I'll never see you again

I know that winter will come

And the rushes will fade

The sorrows and joys on both sides of the river will be like clouds

Leaving only the stars in the distant sky

Before it freezes over

I'll flow into the sea

And at the bottom of the dark, lonely sea

I'll remember you

And you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and me. >And you, and the green train of your

youth

It's not that I want to grow old like this

It's just that the night and the day keep urging me to

take you away from me

to a distance that I can no longer reach out to

Tragedy's falsehoods and realities

The truth is, it's not really old age

It's not really old age. In fact, it's not true that I've grown old

If I had, how could I still feel the joy in my heart

when we meet again

So, when you look back hesitantly

it's not true that you've forgotten

If you had, there'd be a softness in your eyes under the moonlight

But then again. I don't really care, but if I did think about you like that, how could I shake hands and say goodbye with a smile, and see you go away again and again? mountain lily

Opening quietly in my heart

No one knows it exists

Its whiteness

Only my wanderer

Reminds it with a smile from time to time

Artist

You have washed my brush with your tears

So that I may paint in Draw a pool full of smoke and rain tonight

And in that fragrant corner of my heart

You carved a lotus for me that will never fade

Floating life is like a dream

I love

What is real and what is empty

Where to go

Everlasting Wanderer

Say what you want to

Say what you want to

Say you love me, or don't love me

Select as many words as you like

Arrange them

over and over

Say as much as you like

Letizia, your moods

I understand

Change as much as you like

Become happy, or indifferent

If you like

If you like. Try on all the

masks of complexity

Take a few twists and turns

You can do it all

Letizia, your moods

I'll understand

Though there are changes in the world

Though there are

difficulties in the bosom of friends

Only I know

that you're the one I'm looking for

Though there's a change in the world

Though there are changes in the world

Though there are changes in the bosom of friends

I know that

first and last love

On the distant starry sky

I am yours, I am yours

An eternal wanderer

With all my life I have drifted, I have kept a quiet watch

Besides your happiness and

your tender moods. Adrift in the corridors of the stars

Thinking of you, but unable to convey

The mood of a wanderer

Letizia, do you understand

Volume 7 Former Fate

If people can be reincarnated, if there is really a reincarnation in the world,

then, I love, what were we in our former lives?

If you have been a woman picking lotus in the south of the river,

I must be the one you missed under your wrist.

If you had been a truant child,

I would have been the brand new marble that fell out of your bag,

in the grass by the side of the road, watching you go away without knowing it.

If you had been a monk facing the wall, I would have been the incense burning in front of the temple,

Burning, accompanying you through a period of quiet time.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel that some of our former destiny is not yet finished, but we are in a trance,

and we can't distinguish carefully, and we can't say it to you one by one.

Tests

- one of them

They say that putting

a tiny piece of alum in the water

will precipitate all the

dregs

So, if

If

If

in our hearts we put

If we put a poem in our hearts

wouldn't it also be possible

to precipitate out all the yesterday

tests

- bis

There's a kind of test paper in Chemistry

that turns red when it's acidic, and blue when it's alkaline

How I wish

in life

that it could be a test for all the dregs of yesterday

and all the dregs of yesterday.

there's a test paper

that can test out

the tragedies and joys

the tragedies and comedies

what's the point of waiting for a long time

suppose after a thousand sails

you're here at last

there comes a time

when a thousand sails have passed

that you're here.

After a thousand sails, you came

Your smile in the slanting sunlight was so real

and so unbelievable

Paik Chau, Paek Chau

All I have left is a heart that can't distinguish between happiness and sadness, and then I realized that all of yesterday was a kind of indispensable arrangement

All of them were just for the sake of letting you hold me tenderly and tenderly in your arms right here and right now. (I may or may not shed a tear.) When the sails are over and you're here

I'll hide all my sorrows, but

On the White Continent, on the White Continent

that floating like a cloud

is a hint of my sadness

The sadness of the mountain

After the rain, like the clouds, I'll be able to see you. You must forgive

You must forgive a woman's

unwarranted sadness

Zen

-One of them

When you leave in silence

What was said, or what was left unsaid

has been forgotten

What was said or left unsaid has been forgotten

What was said or left unsaid has been forgotten

What was said or left unsaid has been forgotten

When you leave in silence

That was the first time I saw you in the sky.

I put my weeping in the pages of a book, as if

the jasmine of our youth

might fall in the twilight of a twilight years from now

from an occasional page

without a scent or a sound

outside the window, perhaps

that time. A fine, fine rain is falling

Zen

- Part 2

When all will be over

I know that I will

slowly forget you

A burden is lifted from my heart

Please, please, please forgive me

. Life is meant to be

wounded and restored

The world is still an orchard

waiting gently for me to ripen

The sky is so blue, the trees are so green

Life can be

such peaceful and beautiful

Volume 8: Walking with you

I've always wanted to walk on that beautiful path with you. , to walk up that beautiful path.

With soft breezes and white clouds,

With you by my side, listening to my happy and grateful heart.

My request is actually very small,

Just to have had a summer day like that, just to have walked, like that, once.

And toward me ushered in, day after day and night after night,

but it was all unanticipated arrangements, and so many trivial mistakes,

separating us slowly and slowly and slowly, so that tonight I, finally, understand.

All the sorrows and joys have become ashes,

Ren the world that a road I can not, with you to walk.

After this moment

in the old simple time

there has been a sentence

not finished words

like the day and night of the flow of water

is the moonlight on the sea of the mountains

repeatedly come repeatedly to go

Let my tender heart

always in the hope of always

And at this moment, you finished it in a silent landscape, a silent voice

But I realized in hot tears that I couldn't stop myself

After this moment

Youth is finally gone

Mountain Road

I seem to have promised to be with you.

With you on that beautiful mountain road

You said the slopes were full of new tea

And fine Acacia trees

I think I promised you

On a distant spring afternoon

And tonight, in the light of the lamp

Combing my first gray hair

Suddenly, I remember some promises that I couldn't

Fulfill some promises that I couldn't

And some

These promises were not fulfilled.

Some promises I couldn't fulfill, some sadness I can't explain

On that mountain road

Are you, young man,

Still waiting for me

Still looking eagerly toward the coming place

Drinking song

Raise a glass to love

When it comes

That is all I can do

I can do.

That's all I can do

Welcome, welcome, welcome

It's the unbelievable

sweetness

that brushes by and then disappears

How can I describe it? Who'd ever believe it

Raise a glass to love

When it's going

All I can do

is to sing it.

Meetings

In the season of lushness, when the flowers fall

When I'm lonely, when you look back

What I've sung in tears

It's just

a song without a tune

And then all of a sudden, when the curtains go up and the lights go on, and the crowds applaud, I realize that

My song, it's a song that I've sung. My song is the glory of the play, the temptation of the show, and finally, on this autumn day when the leaves are falling, I know what it means to be tempted by the beauty of the moment when I'm least prepared for it. It is a fate that cannot be accepted or

rejected

and either choice

will bring me to tears

and cause me to y regret

the day the leaves finally fall

a woman's dream

of a return to spring, which I can no longer return to

although it is still the same moon of that night, the same road of that year

and the same dream of the same man, the same woman, the same woman.

And the street trees of the same color

All the new buds have sprouted

And I can't go back

When all the questions can't be asked

And the most beautiful answers I can get are in vain

I used to look forward to it

The moon is like water and it's a waste

I can't go back, indeed. I can't go back

Why don't I say goodbye to you here

(Is it the same place as that year)

Please see my helplessness in the smile I hold

The sadness in my heart

that aches a little in the spring of every year

The wild wind

Let's just say goodbye

What can be true in this world?

There is no river in this world that can be turned back

Just like the meadow in autumn, we have a promise

to wither together

Let's make a promise

to forget each other

Only the wild wind won't stop

Always in a hurry, in the forests

On the side of the mountain paths, in the unfamiliar street corners

We have to go back and forth, and then we have to say good-bye.

Sweeping through my mottled heart

Sweeping through the memories that fall like autumn leaves

Please don't cry

I have no more poems

No more flowers, no more rain in the world

Dusty seasons

Please don't cry

A million and one things

All the things I'm not sure I'm capable of

All the things I am capable of

The things I am not sure I'm capable of

The things I am not sure I am capable of

All the things I am not sure I'm capable of

The embers of love have been extinguished

Back on earth

I realize that the thousands and thousands of paths are all

known paths, known paths, and follow the crowds

Smiling like this to the end

My tender heart

Please try to forget, and please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please don't cry

The ending

The ending

The ending

The ending

When spring comes again

The forgotten wild lilies

will still grow in the same valley

In the shade of the sheep's teeth

There will still be a slight fragrance from the past

But no one

No one will remember us and the joys and sorrows that we had

And the more time goes by, the more we will be forgotten, and the more time will pass, and the more time will pass.

And the time went farther and farther away, and at last

only a few anonymous poems and

a faint slanting sunlight

Volume 9 The Last Sentence

The most beautiful and long-lasting encounters end the same way

It is the time to say goodbye, and it's twilight at the head of this old ferry.

It is time to say goodbye, you hold my hand gently,

while I wait silently with my head bent down, waiting for fate to separate us.

Please forgive me, O please forgive me.

Dear friend, you gave me your wandering life,

and all I can give you, is a thin book of poems.

The sun is setting, my tears are dripping on the sand, and I have written the last line,

If there is an afterlife, please be on the lookout for, a woman who writes poems on the sand.

Aria

Whether I have to cry

or smile and say goodbye to you

Life is a performance that is hard to distinguish between sadness and joy

And when the lights come on

I have to sing the

hardest of all

Please listen to it with bated breath and then

then cheer for me passionately. And then cheer me on

The man I've loved all my life

After the song is over

Whether I cry

Or smile and say goodbye

I'll be glad to have been onstage with you

Poetry and moods under the lights

Can't be transformed in a single moment

Life is a series of events, one after another, one after another. Life is a trial and error

So please wait patiently

I love to let the days and nights pass by

Let the gray hairs grow

Let our moods change slowly

Let the longing that burned all through the spring and the summer

Let the longing finally go out and be replaced by a kind of lightness

When the moon comes out

it can no longer open the door to visit

and can finally

be left to shine madly into

all the mountains and forests

The melancholy of speculation

I have often wondered if, when the twilight falls

you

walking by the street corner, you will suddenly stop and walk back to your feet

When the moon comes out

I have always wondered if you will stop and walk back to your feet, and will not stop and walk back to my feet.

Suddenly you remember me

And in the crowd

Who would notice

Your suddenly dark face

Who would know

The pain in your heart

Ah, my dear friend

Who would tell you

My apologies and my sorrows of this day

Who would tell you

My apologies and my sorrows of this day

And who would tell me? In two cities so far apart, the lights are as bright as ever

Exercise question

Plant a lily in the garden

Plant a song in your heart

So that you can repeat the first meeting to the last parting

And from real to imaginary, from gathering to parting, you will be able to see the world again and again. From the real to the imaginary, from the gathering to the separation

The subjects we spend our lives learning

From the shallow to the deep, from the easy to the hard

Beautiful moods

If life were a train

Rushing by

Happiness and sorrow would be

These two tracks

The ones that follow closely behind me

The two that follow closely together.

All the moments are a blur

Unless you can stop and look back from afar

Only in the moment of looking back

Can you get a clear

Acid and so only when it's too late

Can you figure out a

Beautiful, remorseless

The play

Let's go back to that

beginning loneliness

Let's spend a long

and extremely ordinary life

to prove

that we can make all the curious and bustling crowds

feel bored and uninterested

to make the people who have always been annoying us

feel that we are the only ones who have ever had a chance to be happy.

The audience that's been bothering us

Waiting for the spectacular ending

Will all return to their original loneliness

Then the stage

will be left with an empty mountain

The mountain will be empty, and there will be only a good wind and a good day, and the birds and the flowers will be quiet.

Then

O white-haired wanderer, please

Please, R> the one who calls to each other

is the voice of our no longer confused

young and enthusiastic voices

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