East Wind Breaks
A lamp of separation lament
Loneliness stands still at the window
I am behind the door
Pretending that you have not left yet
Old days like being revisited
Full moon even lonelier
Half conscious candle in the night
Can't bear to criticise me severely
A pot of a wanderer
Wander about far away from home, hard to swallow
After you left
The recollection of the warmth of wine recalls being thin
The water flows towards the east
How to steal time?
Flowers bloom and mature once
Yet I missed it
Who is using the lute to play
The song "East Wind Breaks"?
Times and seasons peeled off the wall
See when I was small
Still remember that year we were still very young
And nowadays the sound of the piano is spooky
My waiting
You have not heard yet
Who is again using the lute to play
The song "East Wind Breaks"?
The maple leaf dyes the story
I see through the ending
I lead you through the ancient path outside of the fence
The year of desolation
That even separation is very silent
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Saturday, August 30, 2003
hm.....do you want meh to give you the translations of jays songs ma? it's soo nice...hahhaa=>:d
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