That cluster of cherry blossoms offered for love

     Qingming Festival,

    far from home, my ancestral remembrance is only in my heart.

    Suddenly, I think of our love,

    so long ago.

    Should I offer that little chrysanthemum for love?

    My hands tremble as I hold the chrysanthemum,

    yet my heart feels a thousand pounds, unable to let go.

    I keep sending you messages,

    keep writing words of love.

    There are so many things I want to do for you, but I can't;

    so many words I want to say to you, but I can't.

    All I can do is use all my humor to subtly bring you joy;

    all I can say is use all my wisdom to gently inquire about your feelings.

    Now, this is all I can do for you.

    I have no demands on you; any request would seem to overstep our boundaries.

    I have no complaints; any blame would seem to damage our pure friendship.

    I try my best to be the happy version of myself in your eyes;

    I try my best to see the version of myself you say is okay,

    seeing you say, "Nothing truly good was ever..." "It's easy." ("Nothing good is easy.")

    I couldn't share your burden, I couldn't take care of you. Seeing you working so hard

    always makes me feel sad and heartbroken.

    When I saw you say, "Sorry for not replying in time,"

    why do my tears just betray me?

    We were too young to understand the weight of love, and

    as we've grown up, we can't give up everything to pursue it.

    Now, I understand what the most precious thing in this world is.

    Do you understand what the most precious thing in this world is now?

    I can't offer chrysanthemums in mourning for love,

    because if love dies, my heart will be unable to bear it.

    I don't want you to bear my love,

    I don't want you to see my tears,

    I can't bring you any more pain,

    I don't want you to feel heartache for me anymore.

    So, selfishly, I     silently offer a cluster of cherry blossoms

    for love .     Every March when the cherry blossoms bloom,     let love     bloom freely in my heart!


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