In this night, I quietly miss you.
Tossing and turning, it's hard to fall asleep.
Looking out the window at the twinkling stars, the crescent moon.
The autumn wind stirs thoughts of longing, winter snows wrap my heart with icy tenderness.
The things in the city bear witness to our care for each other.
The land holds the footprints of our love.
In this night, I quietly miss you.
These tears that dry and then flow again turn into a drizzle of yearning for you.
Time has changed, loneliness stretches endlessly, yet I cannot forget your love.
Missing you has become my habit, no one can easily change it.
Alone, I always quietly miss you, your name repeated thousands, even tens of thousands of times without tiring.
I don't want to stop missing you.
Husband, we've known each other for 9 days now. Though it's short, I feel we're very happy together.
With your concern for me, your understanding, your affection, I am content.
Remember, I once said I don't need others' care, that I could live well on my own.
I could create my own sky... I did just that,
Using a false face to treat everyone around me,
My mouth spouting nothing but so-called love,
What is love anyway? Who understands? Family love, friendship, romance, I think I've experienced them all.
In the end, isn't it just me alone?
Those who call themselves friends, they might acknowledge me when I'm happy,
But most of the time, they live their own lives,
Even when I was feeling so down I wanted to kill myself, only my shadow kept me company,
How many times have I sat alone in front of my computer, smoking and drinking, hoping someone would come and comfort me,
Even when I wrote about my feelings in my signature or on message boards, who ever asked me what was wrong?
But these are all past now. Since I met you, I'm not as sad anymore.
Actually, you're like me, only you're stronger than me.
Since we started AU together, our feelings grow better every day.
Every time we joke about breaking up, I feel like you're serious, and I feel like I'm losing something.
Husband, I want you to understand more about me--
I don't know what kind of person I am. I never thought anything would always belong to me...
When it comes to leaving, letting go, I won't be as strong as I usually say I am...
I know I'm pretty bad, some people even call me perverted, say I'm sick, self-harming...
I don't want others to see me this way, I'm just expressing my emotions in my own way...
I don't know how much longer this side of me can hold on...
Many people say I love too freely, I don't bother to argue...
I indeed do... The result of loving too freely, I've tasted it many times...
I've turned life into a habit, even though I hate it... I don't know how much longer this side of me can hold on... Many people say I love too freely, I don't bother to argue...