Abandoning the World's Paintings, Watching You Bloom with a Smile
I want to immerse you in the misty rain, unwilling to meet with softness and redness again, it was the wish I made to meet you, but I couldn't fulfill your deep affection.
Afterwards, your world is full of flowers, the wind is clear and breezy, my world has no sorrow, flowers fall with a sound.
You are quiet and sensitive, without longing or form, I have seen long winds, my brush and ink are dry, unable to exchange it for a turn back.
A reckless gamble, with half a lifetime of encounters, it cannot be fulfilled, cannot be without peace, winning or losing is irrelevant.
What you left behind is the yearning that I've kept in ink for a long time, what I took away is the glance you cast,
Time always sends sorrow to the places that hurt, but because of you, I never managed to go.
I burned lamps, made offerings, recited scriptures, and practiced charity, for you.
I stayed with monks and pilgrims, for the land.
I returned to the starting point for you, a deep affection, a thousand years of reincarnation.
Your generous invitation, I wish to share the spring breeze with you at the mountain pass, I wish to harmonize with the summer cicadas,
I wish to listen to the stillness of autumn frost with you, I wish to grow old with you in the snow,
And I passed by your world, making you a wish for a lifetime of innocence,
Deep affection and urgency, too hurried, this is how it ended, a long journey's farewell,
Flowing cherry blossoms on the river, my thoughts ripple lightly, I cannot see your past, nor can I find your distant whereabouts,
I cast aside all the beautiful paintings, to watch you smile like a flower,
I once planted cherry trees in Jiangnan, making a promise with the years to smile, waiting for you to pass with your umbrella, it would be spring birds and blossoming flowers, step by step fragrant,
Spring breeze, holding your gentle sleeve, cherry blossoms in red, admiring your pale appearance,
I wish to be a small boat in the next life, drifting with the waves, without asking about direction or worldly affairs,
Fragrant incense lingers, for the sadness of easily ruined emotions, no matter how the stories of our future generations are, my yearning is beyond compromise,
