You Are Like a Star and I Am Like Dust

Every encounter means a new beginning; Every separation represents the end. Going round and round, but unable to leave the cycle of memory: Young buds are sprouting, flowers are blooming, ginkgo trees are turning yellow, and the cold wind is biting I accompany you to sing the haze, watch the sunrise and sunset, and watch the stars move with you. I accompany you to catch up with time, but I get separated from you inadvertently But those times related to you have never been lost, like stars, leaving a little bit of faint starlight; And I am willing to turn into a piece of dust and wait silently, from beginning to end!