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I am Snow, and we met on a winter night. We experienced the loss
of spring, summer, and fall, wandering in the bleak winter woods. It was fate
that brought us together at this moment, but I do not know if it was cause or
effect.
Loving you, I am a snowflake, floating and drifting, settling at your doorstep,
blocking your path to departure, allowing you to think again overnight, and set
off with reason.
I am a snowflake that loves you. I twirl and dance past the bead curtains and
powder walls, lighter than willow catkins, but heavier than frost. Struggling to
drift into your window, I want you to take a magnifying glass and look at me,
for my heart is the most beautiful flower.
Loving you, I am a snowflake. Please do not hesitate any longer, for my life is
short. If you do not understand me, I will become a tear of sadness and
evaporate with your thoughts.
Do you know that I used to be a drop of water? The highest good is like water,
nourishing everything without striving, staying in places that others detest,
close to the Tao. Dwelling in good earth, having a good heart, associating with
good people, speaking with good faith, governing with good order, acting with
good timing. Only by not striving can one be free from worry. Lao Tzu said that
I was "free from worry." But my only worry is loving you. Because of you, I
stopped my journey to the mother sea, which I did not want to abandon day and
night. Using the sunlight, I transformed into mist, turned into a cloud, and
floated with you, practiced in the cold, and turned into snowflakes, falling
towards you. My heart is already broken.
I was born to love you, and I know that once I drift away, I will disappear. For
you, I am willing to be brief, humble, cold, and let the wind hit me, and let
anyone trample on me.
But I know that my body is pure white, as white as your wedding dress; my heart
is pure, as pure as your eyes. I know that love is selfless. Even if you cannot
know it or receive my love, I will disappear and nourish the grass on the
prairie, add silver snow to the high mountains, and be magnificent in the
vastness like "fishing alone in the cold river."
You did not see me, and I understand that you are waiting for the dream of
spring, watching the flowers bloom and fall, melting in the world's prosperity.
Do you understand that we missed each other by chance and fleeting years have
passed? I am leaving, not resentful or complaining, returning to my river,
restoring my countless twists and turns, and running towards my dear mother.
Goodbye!
I am Snow, and I am still pure white. When the spring breeze, summer rain, and
autumn yellow pass, I will come again to see you. Are you still here? |
