Dreaming of the Bright Moon at Night: Pear Blossoms Meet and Fall (Original)

You still don't know my heart. Helplessly, I snap the strings of my zither.

Could you remember me? My tangled feelings linger before the plum grove.

A fleeting dream, tears staining my red sleeves. The carved railings and jade steps have changed their color.

Facing a cold moon, tears fall like rain.

I gaze upon the garden's fragrant grass, my face alone and forlorn,

Dance with sleeves full of breeze, while my old friend is far away.

You still don't know my heart; the past can never return.

Could you remember me? Winds from the ends of the earth blow away the years.

“One shadow, one reflection, half a pair; twin forests are dyed with the grace of two nesting swallows.”

That spring, beneath the Bodhi tree, he wore red and poured his heart into every word.

“If love in this world must come to an end, I'd rather die of heartbreak and sleep beside the flowers.”

Another year passed. Beneath the Bodhi tree, he cried out until his voice broke, two streams of tears sliding down his cheeks.

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