Return After a Thousand Years

If this is a dream, I hope to wake soon.

If it is real, I would gladly lose myself in it for another lifetime.

Did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies, his vision thrown into confusion?

Or did a butterfly seek its dream and lose itself in Zhuang Zhou?

Some reunions last until the end of time.

Some partings bring a sorrow that never ends.

I cannot count all the splendors of the world, nor see where love will lead.

I cannot tell all the world's uncertainties, yet cannot let go of tender affection.

The road to the netherworld, the River of Forgetfulness. Before the Bridge of Helplessness, we sigh at our helpless fate.

The Three Lives Stone, Granny Meng's Soup. From the Yellow Springs to the farthest reaches of the heavens, and back again.

Turn the world upside down, go mad for love without regret.

Through the cycles of morning and night, a mistaken match is reborn, cherished once more.

The past is like the wind, stirring willow fluff across the sky.

In the finest years of my life, you are the mist of wine that clouds my dreams.