Since ancient times, the world of mortals is so sad that it has entered the world of mortals and drunk it. There are many dreams in the world of mortals, and so are dreams. There is a smoke in the dream of the world of mortals, but there is nothing in the dream. A broken Xiao, carrying how many charming love stories; a song from the war, singing how many dreams of the world of mortals. Dream, has long gone with the wind, love, but lingering in the world of mortals.
Under the Acacia Bridge, whose love will your infatuation meet? Whose waiting will meet your waiting? Beside the bluestone, for whom will your footsteps stay? And who will be the one who has been waiting for you to show up? After many twists and turns, the smile under your eyebrow is raised for whom? For whom are the fireworks on the other side of the world blooming? The wind is rustling, the road is far away, one refers to purples for whom to stay, one is lovesickness for who to stay.
The red world ferry is predestined, it is fate to meet, fate since ancient times, three points of providence, seven points to fight for, if you can hold hands is a blessing, if not together white head, then only wish their own well. I do not know how many predestined people have been crossed at the Red Dust Ferry, and I do not know how many people are waiting for the arrival of the predestined person by the bridge. Waiting is just to meet the right person, and the right person will always appear at the right time, neither floating nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, somehow, we will all meet a person who falls in love.
The pace of growth will never stop for anyone, unconsciously, in hindsight, the pace of time led himself to the ferry of the world of mortals, the hypocritical years coruscated how many crazy men and women by the ferry bridge. I do not know how many people are willing to fall in love with the beautiful and romantic love story. In this world of mortals ferry, I finally met the surging crowd in that special you, would rather be infatuated with you for life. This life has the honor to hold hands with you, this life is willing to wait for you.
Beside the ferry bridge, there is a hooked moon hanging on the west floor, whose loneliness is locked in a corner of the courtyard? A curtain of dreams in front of the window, the old whose infatuated waiting? The moonlight is just right tonight, the stars are shining, and the evening wind begins to evoke my beautiful memories of you, that period of tenderness. By the ferry, I invite the bright moon to enjoy together, and I wait for heaven and earth to witness.
Stop for a moment, wait for a lifetime, meet you is my fate in this life, holding your hand is my share in this life. However, fireworks are easy to get cold; however, love is hard to separate. When the infatuation met with the cold wind, I do not know how many met, and that moment of gorgeous flowering, and I do not know how many beautiful years.
I want to build a warm cabin by the Red Dust Ferry, where there is only our world, that is what I have been looking forward to for a long time, that is the most romantic thing I can think of, holding hands with you, watching the prosperous fleeting years, reading all the romance. So, in every light day, in every dead of night, I can't help looking at the distant lights, dare not tease the immortal thoughts in my mind, and don't want to think about the lingering thoughts at the bottom of my heart. Unfortunately, the deeper the night is, the quieter the person is, the more I can't control myself to think about you and fantasize about the beauty that only belongs to us.
The world of mortals ferry stop and stare, looking back on the other shore, still remember that when we met, you appeared in my world like a tender woman in poetry. You and I only looked at each other, and your face pulled my heartstrings from then on. Let me cause lonely Acacia, endless nostalgia. I am in love only for you, and I am sentimentally attached to you all my life.
When the past is frozen into a picture, the years cover all the good times, the past is shown in my mind, the lovely person has been turned page by page, and you are always the last page I want to turn. The years are gone, the fleeting years are gone forever, and time passes in a hurry like a torrent, even though everything has changed, even though everything has already gone with the wind, but you are still nostalgic on my red ferry.
I want to cut a period of time, send it in the depths of time; pick up a period of time memories, hidden in the broken dream of the world of mortals.
The Red Dust Ferry, whose affection did your infatuation meet? And whose waiting met your waiting? In the mundane world, after experiencing emotional ups and downs, after a long wait alone, may you and I meet a moving and warm person, so, very good.
(Wen / Yayulun / tr. by Phil Newell)
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