Speechless, speechless, endless sorrow spreads...
The heart, or perhaps, is already filled with the sorrow of parting. How can one bear the drizzling rain and falling flowers swirling like willow catkins? Under the hazy night, how could you endure to gaze closely at these poignant entanglements?
At this moment in the rain, in Mengzhou, the twilight seems more prominent than usual. Curses should be as venomous as possible. It's as if a faint sigh has just escaped, then the misty dusk climbs onto your furrowed brows laden with sorrow.
Two
Fine rain, gentle and lingering, who in heaven is deftly pointing their jade fingers? The beauty, like gauze or mist, is ethereal and exquisite, woven with countless soft threads, adorning the ancient city of Jingzhou with a dreamlike spring that intoxicates...
Tonight we may still lean on each other, alas! But tomorrow, under the moonlight, you will only tread on the wet petals along the riverbank, watching the boat sail far away, your tearful eyes straining to see!
Four
Dear one! The young master is about to travel afar. Who in the future will, under the bright moonlight, paint your eyebrows like green mountains? Who will gently wipe your lovely face streaked with tears like pear blossoms after rain? And who will care for your warmth and cold as I do?
We stay together in this quiet night, transforming our lifelong unresolved parting emotions into countless spring sorrows and whispered words. You once said, to place each other in our hearts, no matter how far apart, wherever our yearning lies, there is our soul's home!
Three
One
Yicheng is suitable for wine drinking, but it cannot quench the sadness of farewell. Even though we are in the warm spring night, the shattered heart has followed the scattered red petals, drifting away in the vast misty waters. At this moment, holding hands tightly, looking into each other's eyes, how can these actions console our tender hearts?
Gut-wrenching rain, deep courtyard at dusk. Occasionally among the blue bricks and tiles, we hear the murmurs of swallows. In this continuous autumn rain, you don't know how to sort out the chaos in your heart...
Thoughts swirl like clouds, what kind of long night is this! We clearly agreed to cherish this last night in each other's arms, yet in such circumstances, who can erase the restlessness crawling from the depths of our hearts?
In front of the window late at night, shadows flicker in the lamplight, two people sit in sorrow, only remaining in absolute desolation...
The pond full of spring, seeping with slight chill, who knows, carrying a trace of sweet dreams from a foreign land, wrapped in hard-to-dissipate worries, gazes intently at the rotating raindrops on the broken and whole duckweed?