Quiet Moments of Rest
Once, I fell in love with a city because of one person. In the corners of time, in a corner of the city, a tragic love story and a drunken wanderer unfolded, blurring the vision with the beautiful blooms. Under the bright sun, the distant mountains veiled in mist, my eyes were lost in the hazy red and purple flowers, searching for the lost figure of my past life. I wish my former self was a butterfly, falling onto your shoulder, holding your hand to sing a song of heaven and earth, and together, we would gaze at the beauty of the world.
The quiet moments write quiet words. I bury my longing for you deep within my writing paper, transforming it into scattered fallen blossoms and a crimson yearning, winding around the misty Jiangnan reeds and lotus ponds, circling the most delicate ripples in my heart, frozen in your gentle gaze and quiet hands, and in the tears that become your remembrance, transforming into an everlasting, unregretting wish…
I gather a handful of pure white snowflakes, pluck a strand of light breeze, and deliver the fragrant aroma of a cold plum blossom to the ends of the sea. Love is predestined, and it exists in the vast expanse of the heavens and earth. May you always have happy and beautiful times alongside your friends, witnessing every blossoming and fading flower through the years!
