At that moment, I prayed to the sky on the Nine Layers Palace, not for blessings, but just to recall your pure face.
That day, I picked up a fallen flower petal at the foot of the Danqi steps, not out of sympathy, just to be close to your warmth.
In that month, I sang about the hairpin head phoenix day and night, not for the wind and moon, but just to layer my thoughts on you.
That year, I collected all the joys and sorrows in the world, not as a memorial, just to touch your fingertips.
In this life, I go around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to freeze the years of knowing you.
At this moment, I smashed the Kunshan jade into countless shocking raindrops, not for the sake of the country, but just because I have been missing you for a long time.
On this day, I locked away the endless sorrow of separation, not to forget, just to relive every bit of the past.
This month, I threw my spring heart in front of the flowers, not for love, but just for the lingering feeling when I dreamed back at midnight.
This year, I broke all the bronze mirrors in the imperial capital, not because I want to meet you again, but because when I meet you it is difficult to say goodbye.
In that life, the flowers and the moon shone in Chang'an, not to seek the afterlife, but to listen to your vow of never leaving.
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