Posted by jymBoy on Tuesday, April 16, 2013
The flowing water appears to be so clear that it doesn't carry even half a grain of sand.
The former me was dumped in the upper portion of the river, and there it remains, weathering.
But that day, when I passed by that strip of dam,
The setting sun's ray was reflected,
Upon a fallen flower.
A chance encounter, and you can take your most beloved home.
Life, don't make it too fairytale-like.
Stories, even if it is shorter than this evening glow in May,
There is no need to be surprised.
The flowing water, separates once more at the valley.
Feelings, slowly evolve into indifferent elegance.
I feel that my heart is as clear as a polished mirror.
Why did the rare guest from the sky,
Spread into little waves?
In the world, there isn't only this flower.
There is no need to be concerned about teaching the second portion.
If, we both have some predetermined routes,
Is learning to shirk those good?
Their fate is already written; it must happen thus.
Speaking of separation, can they stop,
Their regrettable kiss?
Only when the habits are unpredictable, would we delight,
讲真 天涯途上 谁是客
In speaking seriously on the journey of life - who is the guest,
And what to do, when we part?
The flowing water is very clear; it is a pity that the purpose of the flower,
Cannot be subjugated.
If this journey can be made happily,
Then their lives have not been lived in vain.
Water droplets, evaporate into white clouds.
Flower petals, float downstream and grow roots.
Uneventfully, they pass each other, but they do not leave their marks.
But they have experienced together, the tenderest, warmest feeling.