Translated by Yiyan
2008-02-10 (last modified 2017-12-21)
Epigraph: A great love is born when we meet
My heart's already full of holes and scars
My heart's already full of patches
Though my broken heart continues
To break into pieces, still in pain
I have to scream, and keep searching
O! the innocent virgin and truth
You are like a huge stone sitting on my heart
I don't know how to tell you
I want to say I love you
Your quality is unparalleled
Your beauty outshines the moon
And you are cheerful and pleasing to the eye
I'd feel sorry if I don't say this
Yet fear for hurting you if I tell you
I'm wrong already, ain't I
'Cause I'm old indeed
Please forgive me, won't you
Please forgive as I can't help myself
Please forgive my interpretation
And understanding of the beauty
Please don't hinder my thinking and action for love
Please don't take away my rights for seeking love
Oh my young lady, once seeing you
I've forgot about the whole world
You're pure like an ice crystal
You're glittery like a peony bloom
You're sad like the blue moon
You're hot like the burning flame
Ain't your heart like the cloud in my hometown
Drifting in the sky. I don't know
How to tell you as my words are clumsy
Like an old cow, or even a mountain
Oh my young lady, in front of you
I'd refuse to sing with tongue
I want to make it clear to you
I want to express my love for you in public
Whoever doesn't love you is foolish
And being blind and heartless
When loving you, I've got the copyright
For worshipping a young lady
And possessed the whole process of seeking happiness
You're the earliest flower awakened by the spring wind
You're the first sound of bamboo flute at sunset
Oh you're the first willow turning green in early spring
Or the peach blossom of March
Oh you can make my wild and crazy heart rest
Or my dying heart be in a mood for thrill
You're the first lamp lit in the dark
You're the first running river thawed
You're the lucky star gripped in my hands
You're the violin held in my bosom
I'm a traveller dying in the desert
And you're the spring water my lips long for
I praise God for sending you to my side
I thank for your acceptance, but also for your refusal
I know my choosing of you, choosing of the best
Is like to choose one of the most difficult conundrums
Will my prayers be answered? Do you really love me
Will your heart be pounding together with mine
Thank God for letting us meet
Once seeing you, I'm the only survivor of a catastrophe
I dare not hope for too much. So long as
I can see you, I'm willing to live
For another ten thousand years. For you
I ain't afraid of growing old
Or turning into a long beard Santa Claus
The young lady who sings for love
The young lady whose fingers keep moving on piano
The young lady who has a beautiful figure and soft hair
The young lady who is good at dancing
And the one can make her eyes bigger or smaller
Your seductive skin is the sacrament
Of leading me to brightness
Oh my young lady with wings flying in music
Are you able to know my mind in a day
Without you, I'm a fish on the beach
Without you, I'm the dead of being wronged
Without your love, I'm going to walk away
On my own, take all the pain and sorrow with me
But leave an alluring tale for later generations
To sing, and to tell
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