Who Sends the Autumn Wind to Turn the Small Door? A Single Stroke of Sorrow Has Already Turned Me Gray
How could I know that when we meet again, my wan smile would chill your handsome face, leaving you empty-eyed and silently watching?
You said I leaving you would bring me happiness, little did you know it was your happiness.
You'd defy your vows, all those yesterdays, now just like water, gone without a trace.
At the roadside, your right hand is now held by another woman, why bother holding back, why bother smiling and blessing?
It's a fortunate encounter, though we can't be together, why bother? Let's just gaze at you two, merging into the crowd.
That heartbreaking memory has drained my heart, cold tears dampened my face, adding to the turmoil.
Frozen by time and fate, heaven and earth may be eternal, but we mortals have grown weary.
In the hesitation between letting go or not, tears fall as I wait for dawn, alone, I wander by the pillow, how could I bear the weight of my heart and the lightness of my feelings?
People are not right, things are not right, don't chase after the past, life continues, like a stream flowing endlessly, gradually burying a fruitless entanglement.
The crimson threads have already tangled countless times, at the end of the road, we can't be together, the music of zithers and flutes disturbs my dreams, tears soaked my clothes, and I stand alone, thin and desolate.
Unconsciously, I remember your figure standing beside me, how warm and beautiful it was, how long we spent together.
Tears streamed down my face as I crossed the ocean's shore, longing for a homecoming that would never come, peacefully accepting the passing of spring and autumn.
In a haze, my heart feels relieved, gazing at the setting sun and rising moon.
As if ten years have vanished in the blink of an eye, it's all just a phantom in my dream.
Blooming in the past, fading at the end, at a new and unfamiliar crossroads, we meet again.
I'm still the young girl bending down to smell the fragrance of flowers at the edge of the forest, smiling at you with a gentle expression.
Turning away, I leave you with a warm smile, hoping it's the happiness you long for.
A thousand years of cultivation, a thousand years of waiting, this lifetime, I only want to be your lotus.
For the sake of meeting you, I cultivated for a thousand years and waited for a thousand years.
Every day, I recite scriptures in front of the Buddha, meditating and practicing in front of the Buddha.
Just to fulfill my merit and virtues, I can meet you in the mortal realm, and see your face once more.
