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On the west side of the old road, the setting sun is always
there. The thin horse is long gone, and the bumps of life's journey are not
visible, so I offer my sorrows. Who knows where the next heartbroken person
is?
In the small town of Jiangnan, without the lingering drizzle, I lost a
familiar face under the sunset. Tears unknowingly shake my soul, and crying
has become boring.
The young man in white clothes has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but
why didn't he catch your eye? Did Jiangnan's snow make my lonely body even
more desolate? I'd rather not have Jiangnan. I am willing to give up all my
glory and stay by your side.
The endless ink and paper Jiangnan flows away at the end of the sky, but it
cannot stir ripples in my heart. The hundred-year waiting of the stone
bridge, who knows whose head turned white. At the moment when the sun sets
and the moon rises, I imagine you slowly approaching, not calling me "Lord",
just wanting you to see me in plain clothes with years of burn scars, the
cold North Wind blowing through my bones, but I am reluctant to leave. If
only I had never set foot in Jiangnan, it would have been better.
When we say goodbye, I don't know how long the dusk has passed, but I am so
delighted to be stuck in your smiling face. It seems that I should have
turned away, and I don't want to immerse myself in your world. In the small
town of Jiangnan, you are the only peace in my heart. I have dreamed
countless times of this encounter in my dreams, fleeting and bitter, and I
cannot find anything to look forward to. If I give up my glory, do I have
any capital to embrace you?
The desolate ancient trees and the snow of Jiangnan are actually very
beautiful. Falling into my eyes and entering yours, it is our shared world.
You appreciate it, but I am left with sorrow, staring blankly at you, afraid
of waiting for countless days again. I want to hold you, but I don't have
the courage.
Jiangnan should always be surrounded by gentle rain and heavy snow, and the
green water should embrace the green mountains. How can we bear to cover it
with high walls and blue tiles? Even in my dreams, it is just like this.
Finally, I waited and realized that I was wearing such thin clothes that I
couldn't speak. Is the next moment when we meet again, or just a memory?
Jiangnan, there is plenty of old charm after the prosperity fades, and a
river remains with happiness. |
