The Fourteen Years We Had

The other side of the truth

Is my cowardice

My former reckless abandon

A life of carefree joy

Shattered into a marble pattern

I still love you, and never gave up

My beloved

I suddenly saw a hundred gulls rise in the woods

The past was not yet our youth

My apology, love is the evening breeze

My beloved

I'm sorry

-- Zuo Jinhan