If there is only once in this life, then I will not choose to meet you again.
Meeting you is the biggest pain in this life.
If morning comes again, I will forget you.
Forgetting you is the most silent mourning in my life.
. . . . . .
Tossing and turning, the water ebbs and flows.
No matter which life, we will intersect.
This is life.
No if, if I meet you, I will still fall in love with you.
If I fall in love with you, I am destined to never forget you again.
. . . . .
Orchid, quiet and bright, you say it looks like me.
Flowers bloom and fall, year after year.
I have been staying by the orchid, watering the flowers, pruning the branches and trimming the leaves.
How many days do the flowers bloom and fall?
But I never saw your tearful eyes.