A Thousand Years in a Moment, a Fleeting Bloom

In this life, our bond defies longing's pull, while blossoms fall, scattering the tears of those parting. Don't look back. I wander in blissful reverie, drunk only on thoughts of you. If my feelings had not grown too deep to restrain, how could my tender heart have turned cold as frost through all its twists and turns? I'll warm a pot of longing and drink down the past. I drift across the ends of the earth, seeking only one smile from my beloved, yet these drops of longing never cease, tearing my heart apart! Where shall we meet again, beneath the long stretch of purple haze? I gaze to the ends of the earth, yet all that remains are words of sorrow. True, or false? I am lovestruck, I laugh.