That day, a flamboyant red robe and a beguiling smile chilled whose ardent heart, and carried away whose exquisite dream?
That day, whose icy coldness froze the willows of early spring, and whose ruthlessness stilled the gentle April breeze?
Years of waiting, one year together, half a lifetime of infatuation.
Do you know what no amount of pleading can hold on to? It is not people abandoning beauty or flowers forsaking trees, but the countless strands of a woman's love, destined to drift away on the wind.
Long ago, when I set out, the willows were lush and green.
Now that I return, rain and snow fall thick and fast.
You would never believe me when I say I feel neither hatred nor resentment.
I gave the finest years of my life, without hesitation, to a hopeless wait.
Hopeless, so what? When the jade shattered, my heart was unhurt. Only after it was wounded could I finally grow willingly.
Today's snow is just like that day, when my vivid red wedding dress set the whole crystalline world ablaze.
But I am no longer as I was then, before I had dreamed, before my heart had grown old.
And you are no longer the carefree man who once looked down on the world.
If I could, I would still trade everything I have today for one last distant glance at you from behind, back then.
But flowers bloom again; people never grow young twice. The dream is shattered. Do not cling to it.
Look at the carved beams and painted rafters at your side today. Can they compare to the towering ancient pines on the mountain back then?
I leave through the broken gate without looking back. Since your heart is not in it, I will let you go.
I will not forget, look back, or hope.
I only pray that in the next life, we never meet again.
This book has a distinct rhyme and a natural plot. It can be said to be a well-written and convincing book!