In the dark night, whose gaze is full of sorrow, turning into a lotus cut by the wind; whose foot sound hurts the past, and the lines of poetry left behind are mottled into pieces; whose tears burn the face and make the heart ripples...
A song of Lishang, I only dare to sing in the moonless night, there are oaths that I don’t want to see. I waited in front of the window to face the wind, afraid of my thoughts hibernating. I love you, I bet on love for a lifetime, but I let the chance to lead. Looking at your clear shadows away, I forgot that I am still in the world
Night, the barren pure land is filled with the mountains in the distance, I can't see the strings of lovesickness, I only feel the arcs of tears, the corners of forgetting, I folded lovesickness into a small paper boat, gently placed it on the ferry of the world, but I don't know where the wind will blow tonight. I don't know if the boat will stay in place or be stranded and shallow.
How I hope that on this lonely and dark night, the breeze points to the other side, the ferry of the world, there is a burning bonfire, allowing my boat to safely convey the message of my miss you, and let the joy of being together offset the sorrow of separation, so that I think you will have a little less pain.
