My Love Has Entered My Heart and Bones; How Could I Forget?

Entangled affection, yet undefeated by time, it persists only in the mind and heart, a wave of tremors, repeatedly swirling, unwilling to let go, unable to forget.

You said that true love is traceless, silent snowfall, let it come lightly, depart silently, let the past drift away with the wind, and each of us let go, without leaving a trace of dust.

My love has become deeply ingrained in my heart and bones; how could I forget? How could I forget, unless I lost my memory, unless I drank the muddy waters of the underworld, unless I drank the forgetfulness potion—otherwise, no matter how fleeting time passes, you will always be the one I love most profoundly.

My love has reached a point of no return; I can only succumb to my longing, and you don't know where you're going, where you'll end up. Those tangled affections, the warmth of winter sunlight, have they warmed your heart? Has the chilling wind blown into your ears? They are all the blessings and longing I send to you,