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
. p>4
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
.