Kun'er, I have nothing left to give you. I have already given you all the love of my life. In my dreams of the next life, I hope I never see you again. Otherwise, like a candle flame, you will burn me until I am utterly consumed. If you are the candle, then I must be the foolish moth.
Ming Wu, when will you come back? Decades have passed, yet my appearance has not changed at all. But my heart is so tired. Please come back. Can you forgive me?
That sharply defined face is right before my eyes, yet no matter how wide I open them, everything remains blurred. I know it's his face, but when I reach out to touch it, there's nothing there. Then... would closing my eyes make it clearer, make it real?
Cold winds and snow in the night, confined to this day and moonlit hour. I thought myself heartless, yet my many affections gave rise to desire.
I long to break off a branch and cast away all weariness, to gather a clear butterfly, one bloom that leaves me half-drunk on sin.
Through a lifetime of reincarnation, I still look into your eyes as before. At parting, I wave my sleeve, tears soaking its hem.
At midnight, I wish to hear the zither, drinking alone. In the haze, all the world seems empty and still.
