I compose poems and weep every word, and I can't bear to be separated for half my life. Once love and hate are as illusory as a dream, thousands of rivers and mountains have nowhere to rely on.
I came to the sea of suffering in a boat, but I did not follow the Buddha's way and did not reincarnate. The karma of the previous life has caused tears in this life, and I have nowhere to go after all the longing.
"Niannujiao·Life is like a dream"
When the rain stops, the grass is green and as clear as water. When the wounds fall red, who will pick them up? The past is like smoke, swept away by the wind, and yesterday seems like a lifetime ago. It would be sad to think about returning to the old place. Where are people now? The result is infinitely sad.
The years are passing by ruthlessly, watching the world of mortals rolling in, getting married in pairs, kissing in front of flowers under the moon with tears in my eyes. I hate that the ecstasy is easy to leave, but I can't bear to be separated. I don't know the day when we will meet again, but I can see through the autumn water. Life is like a dream, who will share it in the end?
"Yulinling · Growing Regret in Life"
Life is full of regrets, I have thought about it many times, and the night has fallen deep. Suddenly I heard the sound of showers and bursts of thunder. Can I sleep peacefully? Good dreams are easy to wake up from. A kiss in love with the world brings us together and then separates. Why bother to be passionate? The lonely lamp in the cold rain makes people heartbroken.
Passionate since ancient times, I have no regrets. I sigh that time has passed without leaving a trace. The sweet dreams cannot continue tonight. I know that outside, spring is coming to an end and the showers are hard to stop. Thousands of rivers and mountains, showing mercy everywhere, but who can ask about the ecstasy on the willow bank, loneliness?
"December Brings Yao Folk Songs"
Looking at the low black clouds in the sky, I feel my eyes are blurred at this moment. I have passed the distant mountains and dense jungles, and the rivers are rushing in anticipation of the rain. I hate the separation in life, but we always look at each other.
Looking for a good wife is nowhere to be found, why would you dislike her if you don't dislike her? The new parting replaces the old parting, and the love again is unrequited love. Today, it is hard to let go of this feeling, and the past is recalled many times.