Unaware That Spring Has Come

What time is it now? Ning Xi, Ning Xi.

On a starry night, rain falls, lanterns dance. Spring arrives unnoticed, and only old longing remains.

By the parasol tree, cold snowflakes fall. Mandarin ducks whisper, pledging to stay together until their hair turns white.

I like warm things. I like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, the beam of light that suddenly breaks through the mist, the evening glow at dusk, and the fireflies twinkling in the night. And I like you, too.

For a while, I thought you were a light within reach. But when dawn came, I realized you were only the moon's reflection, and that I had never truly had you.

All I wanted was a little warmth.