愿与愁

Time silently counts three, four, five, six; after the sixth day

People began to exist in the universe, through night and day

The throat breathing its first breath fears the thief of fate the most

I use my flesh and blood to feel the bad and the beautiful

Asking destiny whether, no matter how long, how lasting, how permanent

It cannot match immortality

Lovers go from waving hands, to holding hands, to letting go, to waving hands

That should be enough

A long roar to the night, the wound on my chest grows old with the wind

You and I will eventually be reduced to drifting dust

Waiting for the dense misty rain of the flower season, then transforming into rain to stand guard

Over your wishes and sorrows

Time is counting down with you by my side, how I want to crush the hourglass

But being able to be in the same universe at the same time, I don't seek to linger

The plan to breathe the next breath will eventually be confiscated, oh

In the sky full of wind and snow, I tremble with you, let's not turn back

Asking destiny whether, no matter how long, how lasting, how permanent

It cannot match immortality

Lovers go from waving hands, to holding hands, to letting go, to waving hands

That should be enough

A long roar to the night, the wound on my chest grows old with the wind

You and I will eventually be reduced to drifting dust

Waiting for the dense misty rain of the flower season, then transforming into rain to stand guard

Over your wishes and sorrows

How long can we love, how long we want, however long it is, it is forever

Having loved makes it immortal

Then I won't leave, won't break up, won't let go, won't wave goodbye

Ten fingers tightly interlocked

At the crossroads, my wound, greed and craving

Tiny and weak, drifting like dust

Waiting for the dense misty rain of the flower season, then transforming into rain to stand guard

Over your wishes and sorrows

At the crossroads, the wound on my chest, greed and craving

Tiny and weak, drifting like dust

Waiting for the dense misty rain of the flower season, then transforming into rain to stand guard

Only for the moment of reunion