Five whole years have passed since that April 1, 2003. Every time I try to put something into words, it feels like a lump in my throat, impossible to express. That exquisite, sorrowful silhouette, that peerless grace: in flight, they became a faint, ethereal song, like blossoms blooming beneath the vault of heaven, opening only to wither at once, until suddenly the rain fell red.
Who was in such a rush
To cut through the days of April?
The flying birds and our parting shattered in the mirror
Who carved your palm?
Your love stretched so far, so far, so far
Give me something to believe in
May I never forget the love we shared back then
In this world, in the heavens, you were still the love of my life
The legend of Leslie Cheung keeps singing on
I hope we'll meet again in the next life
Dreaming of death, drowning in wine, fireworks searing bright
Because I believe you never truly left, I never gave in to despair
At least love helps me make excuses in my heart
I pave the distance into a river
From now on, we'll be separated by the ends of the earth
Wherever you are, it makes no difference
For a heart that can love is destined to grieve
Yet I believe there's a place beyond suffering and pain
Your glory lives on
Those who loved and journeyed together are never forgotten
When the wind rises again, I'll sing with you once more
The author is very talented in literature, and I really like the beautiful boy named Azhan on the banks of the Seine.