As If an Old Friend Had Come

We were both passing through, both dreamed the same dream. We should have been a pair.

In our youth, we never noticed the dream. Once we woke, we had to return.

Three meals and a night’s lodging, and the two of us together: who would it be in the end?

Whatever we never got, whatever lies in the past, always seems the perfect match.

You watch from below the stage, while I perform the play you want to see.

Old friends from a past life, you who have forgotten your worries, do you still remember?

Joy and sorrow, illness, old age, life and death: none of it makes a legend.

I hate the lovers onstage, or the two of us below. It isn't you and me.

The world is vast and hazy, Heaven's will inscrutable, and it parts you and me.

Heartbreaking words fall one by one; the sound of wind and rain goes on and on, as if an old friend were coming.

When will we meet again, where will we get drunk again, and say how beautiful tonight is?

Fate keeps us apart, yet we are bound together; the memories never end, but life is all too short.

One longing, two bitter loves, half a lifetime of words left unsaid.

In the depths of time, gazing at the distant moon, I imagine your sorrow.

The world is vast and hazy, Heaven's will inscrutable, and it parts you and me.

Heartbreaking words fall one by one; the sound of wind and rain goes on and on, as if an old friend were coming.

Whether you stay or I stay, we'll grow old in this world.

Before we parted, we never knew how good we had it when we were together.

We joined hands, then parted. Did we love each other, or not?

Ten years from now, together; ten thousand years from now, still a pair. I only regret that I won't live to see it.