Meet the person you long for in the wilderness of time. Such deep and abiding affection,
no matter what form love takes as it cycles through the sea of passion,
the moment I see you, our hearts and souls are crystallized into something that stirs the soul.
The setting sun is silent, for this love must be hard to leave behind. The mountain spirit weeps softly amid wind and rain, staying by your side always. With a tipsy smile, amid all the splendor of the world.
I would give up my immortal life for you, even if I had to search heaven and earth.
The peach blossoms here are delicately fragrant and dappled with shadows, soft pink and rosy, swaying gently in the breeze. The air is clear, the dew like jade, and everything is breathtakingly beautiful.
The lovesick tree watches the years flow by. Out of nowhere, the west wind comes to spoil things again. I fear that if I return with wine, my white robes will already be half fallen away.
Romantic to the very end.
You must have something to say: amid endless clouds stretching ten thousand miles, and snow-covered mountains at dusk, where can my lonely shadow go?
The setting sun is silent, for this love must be hard to leave behind. The mountain spirit weeps softly amid wind and rain, seeing you often, with a tipsy face amid all the splendor of the world.