Wishing to Become Dust and Silt in the Mortal World of the Next Year
The rotation of past lives, I wish to accompany you to watch the sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall, tides rise and fall in this life, this is the destiny we are bound to in our past lives, it is the promise we made in this life. If one day you disappear from my world, the last of me, would have no tears, no regrets, no resentment, the world would be peaceful, and I would be peaceful.
I gaze at the fallen leaves dancing in the autumn wind, now a desolate carpet of fallen leaves lies on the ground, carrying my scattered thoughts, gradually drifting towards the cold north. The flowers have all withered, the petals carry fragments of crimson, I only wish to become dust and silt, dyeing the fragrance of the coming year.
This is a poetic and picturesque season. The autumn wind carried away the thoughts lingering in the nascent buds, concealing many expectations and hopes. When the autumn wind rises, when the fallen leaves drift, there is a trace of heartache and loneliness in the heart. A lone person walks through the cold wind and rain, with blurred eyes gazing at the falling petals and leaves. At midnight, on the desolate and rain-swept roads, I suddenly recall, if I were to become a particle of dust and wind in the world, would you still remember the way I was? Like dried branches, what kind of sentiments would they evoke? Many years ago, you said under the wisteria tree, the promise we made would be fulfilled in this life and beyond, so I crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to find you, just to realize a thousand times of countless wishes.
The passage of time, brewed a pot of tea, is our destined fate, a past history worth savoring for a lifetime. Time passes quickly, years come and go, like in the twilight years, looking back on that poetic period, we buried our joys and sorrows, and separations. Whenever I lie awake in lonely midnight, it is the contemplation of you. The green years have passed, until we grew up, we gradually realized that what was fading was not only the setting sun, but also my unwavering affection for you. However, in the long river of years, please allow me to try to step out of your gaze, for you. I want to dedicate a lifetime of love, to orchestrate an eternal and persistent love story.
When we return to each other, those vows of sincerity, and the heart that accompanied me through a lifetime, were all in that autumn season, when the air was clear and the stars and moon shone brightly, we got to know and befriend each other. After a long time, the autumn rain passed, eventually turning it into a withered dream. In the years of time, I'm persistent, if you accompany me to listen to the wind and rain, I'll accompany you to brew a pot of tea that lingers on the tongue, to paint this scene into a masterpiece of a lifetime, to share this timeless and beautiful world with you.
I still wait for you in the depths of time, hoping you return with a heart as pure and untouched as crystal, to meet me, in days of gentle breezes and light clouds, to gaze at the vast and beautiful country, to travel through the myriad lives of the world, to enjoy the romantic scenery of the early frost on the roads. You play a melody that stirs the nation, and I take a clear stream to drink, sharing and enjoying the intoxicating brew, the mountains and rivers are so beautiful, the most beautiful in my eyes is your gentle smile, beautiful but not bound by the world, like flowers blooming on the roadside, elegant and lingering, golden chrysanthemums are intoxicated by autumn, I want to treat water as tea, to drink the remaining fragrance of a lifetime, to catch a rainbow cloud and weave a beautiful vision with you.
