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Faraway

Leaves like precipice, wind chimes like the vast seas,
I await the return of sparrows.
Time has been scheduled, to make a play of coincidence,
Yet you quietly walked away.

A story outside the city walls, thick fog unable to dissipate,
The script unable to be seen clearly.
You can’t listen properly, even though the sound of wind doesn’t exist,
But it is I who mourns in regret and sorrow.

Awaken from the dream, who is at the windowsill,
Revealing the ending of the story?
The future as thin as the wing of an cicada,
Who is to tear it off?

I send you away, thousand miles apart,
You don’t make a sound at all.
This silent era, perhaps we should avoid,
Too distant a relationship.
I send you away, to the ends of the earth,
Are you still there?
Where are the sounds from a piano from?
Life and death unable to be conjectured,
I shall use this lifetime to wait for you.

Scent, tears, and sound enters the woods,
Searching for the white petals of the pear flower,
Only to find a row of lichen.
The sky outside the mountains, rain falls on the flower terrace,
Both our hair turns Grey.
Scent, tears, and sound enters the woods,
Searching for the white petals of the pear flower,
Only to find a row of lichen.
The sky outside the mountains, rain falls on the flower terrace,
I’m waiting for you.

A life like precious stone glazed in white,
Transparent like dust, your love flawless.
You come in the rain, poetry dissolved the sorrow,
I bathe in the present.

Pluck lotus from the water surface,
Shadow of the boat is still, but you don’t return.
Covered completely by this lifetime
The beautiful bloom you spoke of,
And so the past becomes nothing.