May It Be

Having lived until now, experiencing, twenty-one years, day after day, never once, have I been as clear-headed as this moment.

Life is not easy, I wish to become a beam of light, doing all that I can, until death, and only then, rest!

Looking back at the past, it is like a white colt flashing past a crevice, a great dream finally awakened!

The future, is beneath my feet.

I do not wish to forget the past, I do not wish to lose the future, perhaps I can do something, so that this life, is without regrets!

Life is like a dream, yet time rejects it.

How can one endure the years, as they wither away day by day.

Watching the years that can be withered, rustling past, kicking up a cloud of dust, blurring the path of the past;

sipping a cup of clear tea, the lingering fragrance remains on my lips, faintly between my teeth, nothing more than this.

When I departed in the past, those barely endured years, how cold and how bright they were, I nod slightly, treading a path of the past, hesitant and lost.

Gazing at the setting sun in the west, a mutual longing between two, wishing for the fulfillment of thoughts, wishing to hold the hearts of two, to stay together and let love drift away.

Holding hands while gazing at the Vermilion Pavilion, lifting my eyes in deep thought, watching the sunset as we lie down, together in Handan!