Whether in love or friendship, parting always makes both parties long for each other day and night. Whether it’s rainy in one place and sunny in the other, one’s spirit is still filled with the anguish of separation.
“You’re under another sky while I’m here, my love! Waiting and yearning day and night, my heart is ever restless! Yours, too, longs for our thousand-mile union. Like a mountain, rising to touch the clouds, such deep sorrow! The sun has set on your side of the world The evening rain is filling up my river Gazing in all directions, can’t stop missing one person About in the cavern bats flutter, at sunset. To say goodbye, The gentle breeze is reluctant When apart we can only think of each other to fill up the time Blankets aren’t warm enough for someone who is so alone Lovestruck tonight, I rest my head in the melancholy’s arms.”
The color of love is an endless fascination within the context of infinite time and boundless space. “The color of time is not blue, The color of time is deep purple. The fragrance of time is not intense, The fragrance of time is delicate.” Love still remains and exists effortlessly. It is reflected in each musical chorus, through the prism of each era, in every angle of individual perception.
“This morning a bird sings so crisp and clear In the fresh breeze Welcoming the fragrant warmth of spring. The ancient past is no longer dormant, beloved Lady of the royal court! I offer to you silently The clouds and the sky, imbued with the color of time. The color of time is not blue, The color of time is deep purple. The fragrance of time is not intense, The fragrance of time is delicate. Sending her beautiful locks with a golden dagger, Timidly she served her king from a remote distance. Farewell to an old true love, never once resented, She’d rather hide herself than let him be disillusioned. Though affinity may be severed Love forever retains its fragrance. The fragrance of time is delicate, The color of time is deep purple. The fragrance of time is not intense, The color of time is tender blue.”
Basked in the immensity of our awe-inspiring universe, we marvel at the Divine miracle of life. To glimpse the vastness of the infinite cosmos is to reflect gratefully upon the origin and destination of our human existence, along with our world. “The world is a circle without a beginning, And nobody knows where it really ends.” Let us rejoice in the present, for it encompasses both the past and the future; a circle without end, indeed.
“The world is a circle without a beginning, and nobody knows where it really ends. Everything depends on where you are in the circle without a beginning. Nobody knows where the circle ends.
And just because you think you’re small, that doesn’t mean that just you’re small at all. It’s a tiny one. la la la la la la. To someone else you are big.”
The heart always hopes for a rhythm of harmony, but life always brings about separation. What remains are moments in reminiscence of the days that have faded. “I’d rather we find each other in our dreams Your love was so tender Our time was passionate.” Time continues to flow, the beloved is still beyond reach, and life carries on amidst melancholy raindrops.
“You are like a bird’s silhouette Soaring through hundreds of provinces I’m immersed in the nocturnal mist Evanescing into a forgotten night!
You are like the moonlight Illuminating distant paths I am like the morning star Belated and dim!
From ancient times you have returned Why is love so fleeting like clouds? I’d rather we find each other in our dreams – Words of love so simple Hands so familiar and warm Time, oh time! Lulls love’s shadow on lonely night I’d rather we find each other in our dreams Your love was so tender Your whisper so passionate
You are like the sun Reflecting the imprints of glory I am like an orchid Withdrawn and void of fragrance! You are like a passing ferry Ever drifting from the riverbank And I follow rivulets of winter rain On the lonely hillside, wandering”
