Ziqin Wind Rising

The most beautiful moment of my life

was meeting you.

In the vast sea of people, I quietly gaze at you,

a stranger, yet familiar.

Though we breathe the air of the same sky,

I still cannot hold you.

If time, place, and names were changed,

I hope I would still recognize your eyes.

Where will you be a thousand years from now?

What kind of scenery will surround you?

Our story may not have been beautiful,

yet it is so hard to forget.

Though we breathe the air of the same sky,

I still cannot hold you.

If time, place, and names were changed,

I hope I would still recognize your eyes.

Where will you be a thousand years from now?

What kind of scenery will surround you?

Our story may not have been beautiful,

yet it is so hard to forget.

If we had been brave enough to be together back then,

would things have ended differently?

Do you also have a thousand words to say,

buried in your silent dreams?