There is a kind of love called love at first sight,
Sudden, sober and determined;
There is another kind of slow love, which may be more beautiful:
Secret longing, faint entanglement,
If it's here or there, it's hazy and unclear.
Fate is a naughty boy.
Before growing up becomes an unwavering destiny,
It suddenly brought them closer,
Suddenly pushed them away,
It suppressed its laughter and set up roadblocks for them,
But he stepped aside.
But there are always some very small signs,
It's just that they can't read the metaphor yet:
One day, a fallen leaf,
Floating from his shoulder to hers,
Maybe just last Tuesday, maybe three years ago.
——Xin Capos
