My ink cannot draw your face, my rice paper cannot draw your smile.
In that moment of youth, I poured out my true feelings to beg you to smile and look back, with a peerless face and a charming smile, which eventually turned into a nightmare.
Love has moved, love is hard to let go, forget each other from afar, don't pity.
It's a pity that we pass by each other between love and non-love;
Between forgetting and not forgetting, we are walking on the same stranger road;
Between hating and not hating, we remain silent;
Between regret and no regret, we have no hesitation;
Between life and death, we are separated for eternity, and our origin and destiny will cease.