情歌

Time is amber, tears are locked in drop by drop.

No matter how immortal love letters are, they are ground into an hourglass.

Upstream of youth, white clouds fly away with grey dogs and seagulls.

Flashing thoughts slip away like murmuring water.

Fate is so humorous, making people in love fall silent.

Exchanging a whole universe for a single red bean.

Memories are like trapped beasts, lonely for too long, then gradually becoming gentle.

Letting go of fists makes one even more free instead.

Slow motion lingering film roll, replaying a silent movie.

Freezing the frame for an instant.

We are at the farewell concert.

Agreeing not to see each other again.

You wrote to me, my first song.

You and I with fingers tightly interlocked, writing the intro from memory, but what happens after that?

Fortunately I have this love song of mine.

Softly, softly humming, crying and smiling, my eternity.

Fate is so humorous, making people in love fall silent.

Exchanging a whole universe for a single red bean.

Memories are like trapped beasts, lonely for too long, then gradually becoming gentle.

Letting go of fists makes one even more free instead.

The long shot pulls further and further away, further and further away.

After quite a few years have passed.

We are at the nostalgic concert.

Politely kissing goodbye.

You wrote to me, my first song.

You and I with fingers tightly interlocked, writing the intro from memory, but what happens after that?

Fortunately I have this love song of mine.

Softly, softly humming, crying and smiling, my eternity.

Accompany me to sing, singing your love song a cappella.

Reluctant to let go of the short chorus, the heart is still warm, but it should also come to an end.

Fortunately I have my next love song.

Life is just like a quietly embracing river, forever everlasting.