Do Not Yearn for Me: The Water Clock Song

All my life, from beginning to end, I chased happiness.

I don't know how much time passed. It was as if everything from a previous life had come to pass. The four of us were forced by fate to meet, and then forced to part.

I always thought the world was nothing but rotting bones and mindless survival, absurd and heartless. The lowliness and humiliation of being treated like dirt left a tremendous wound that love, even at the cost of flesh and blood, could never heal. So I feared neither death nor harm. I stumbled onward, battered and bruised... But then I met you, and finally understood: wherever there is someone who misses me is home, a place where I would stay even if I had to climb rocks with my sword, drink my own blood, and waste away.

I used to have no fear of death. Now I want to live forever, in your arms and in your heart.

Someone once told me he would never let me into his heart and make me his weakness, even if he had to kill me. But after all the twists and turns, he still couldn't escape the fate of taking a blade for me. He said, “If I put down my sword, I can't protect you. If I pick it up, I can't hold you close. So you have to go on without me.”

The young man who once gave me a bright moon in a sea of flowers, has he now taken up his sword, like that eternally unchanged cold moon, to mock the world? Who can escape growing old? Who can cast off a heartless nature? On the banks of the Luo River, the roses have all withered. I rise and warm my hands before sealing the letter, yet when I reach the words “mandarin ducks,” they turn cold.

I think I came here to meet you all, and then truly understand what it means to have no choice...

When my heartbeat stops, I will surely feel that after drifting through this life like duckweed, loving and hating, and seeing my feelings through to the end, I can finally rest.