I can't bear to watch the blossoms fade, nor fathom the waxing and waning.
Partings and reunions never cease, nor do rise and decline.
I brush away the frost and snow, but can no longer make out the road I came by.
The past has melted into my bones and blood.
In dreams and waking, a snowfall carries the years away.
The mortal world is buried; after the flurries, the wind and I part for good.
The wind rises and dies; a lamp preserves our long-made promise.
Even if the course of fate flickers in and out.
"Snow at Huangchuan"
I wish it were a dream, that I could melt into that deep ink-black darkness with you...
