The wind thickens as it reaches here
Snagging the thoughts of passers-by
The rain falls here as tangled skeins
Threading through our nostalgia
You are at my side because of fate
Fate written on the Sansheng Stone
A mere fraction of love tastes of sweetness
I would rather be buried with this bit
Around and around in circles
Day after day after year after year
I gaze deeply into your face
The warmth of wrath
A visage full of tenderness and blame
We who don’t understand love, hate, passion, sorrow, or suffering
Believe that love is but the mercurial flow of wind and clouds
Trust that there shall be a day
Beyond forever
In one moment, time will be frozen
We who don’t know how to express tenderness
Believe that doomed love is but a tale of the ancients
How painful can parting be
How intense is the pain
When dreams are buried in the rain and fog of Jiangnan
Only when our hearts break can we hope to comprehend
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