Watching the tide
On a moonlit night in the Chao Pavilion, you and I were forehead-to-peer. I saw you dancing with a sword and the red tassels were rising. The kiss in my memory
nickname.
Many years ago, we met when we were young. We were a naughty girl and a smart boy, and we were a young man with wings ready to mature.
I have seen mountains and fire, and I am slow to understand when I am angry.
Even though you traveled across mountains and rivers, you still wrote a letter when you came back. Is there a love between your eyebrows?
It's okay to choke, I just miss you too much. You told me the old customs of growing up many years ago
"Etiquette, how could I know that it would be possible to say that in joy again?"
You smiled and caressed my hair, and then spoke softly of care: "It's as bright as the moon, when can I shake it off?"
Intention: Maybe, the love is as strong as the years, but the world is as light as a cup of tide, right?