Jian Xia (Revised Edition)

We often find ourselves reminiscing about the years that slipped through our fingers,

some vivid, some faint, some complete, others leaving us wanting more.

I've come to realize

that we always find it hardest to let go of things with no future.

Tune: Rain on the Impression of West Lake

Green trees and white flowers, their fragrance drifting by the windowsill

Once again, I see the light between the trees

I wonder if those lost days

Ever rippled across your lake of memories

Who? Who is it?

Who is it that woke me from my dream?

Do you remember those tender days,

Drifting softly through summer nights?

Do you remember the breeze here,

The face it kissed, still faintly marked with tears?

Do you remember my awkward, youthful days?

The jasmine bloomed, the pagoda trees were fragrant.

Do you remember the stars filling the sky,

The sleepless nights when we spoke of sorrow?

It seems I can hear the wind chime again,

But after the chimes, you are gone.

Can you see them? Green trees and white flowers,

Sunlight slanting down, spilling over my heart.

The background music is a song I sang myself for Jian Xia. I've included the lyrics too.

Link: http://yc.5sing.com/243341.html

Jian Xia

Tune: Who Moved My Strings

Green trees and white flowers outside the window,

A faint, sweet fragrance.

Sunlight slants between the trees,

Casting dappled shadows.

That year's breeze was just like this,

Gently brushing against our faces.

We couldn't say goodbye,

Afraid our hearts would break.

You were once so passionate,

Every glance full of feeling.

In the passage of time,

Every memory was tender.

I, too, was once so gentle,

Every word soft and light.

Who was it

Who woke me from my dream?

Another year, sunlight faint and gentle,

Dappled into shifting shadows.

The fragrant trees of that day,

Now just a passing memory.

In the crowd of strangers around the corner,

Among their eyes and brows,

A face that seems vaguely familiar,

Yet one we can no longer recognize.

You were once so passionate,

Every glance full of feeling.

In the passage of time,

Every memory was tender.

I, too, was once so gentle,

Every word soft and light.

Suddenly,

I woke from a dream in the middle of the night.

Who looks back through the memories,

Laughing and crying, no longer as before?

In the summer night,

The jasmine still gives off a faint fragrance.

Who has kept every memory safe,

Letting the years slowly stain them?

When I look back,

The old days linger among the fading lights.