Love, only in the name of love

 Love, only in the name of love.

    I think your beauty is an arrow, created from wishful thinking, piercing my very marrow.

    If you want to be a seagull, I'll fly with you across the vast ocean; if you want to be an insect, I'll lie dormant with you on the earth; if you want to be a steed, I'll gallop with you across the boundless land. Undeterred by wind and rain, undaunted by cold nights, unafraid of fatigue, I only hope you find peace in my life. Love is the call of a star to a planet in the deep night sky, an irresistible force that draws me to your side. Hearing your name breaks my heart.

    You are the summer rain, arriving and departing in haste, sneaking into my world in the gap between your coming and going. From then on, the moonlight remains bright, but the night is filled with petals of longing. I lean against the window, watching the falling flowers, collecting their delicate sounds, knocking on my tightly closed door.

    You are the spring breeze, stirring my clear spring, ripples forming a net, imprisoning me within it in the name of love. I sit atop the mountain, watching the sunrise and sunset, praying that the first rays of sunlight will shine on your warm face.

    But I am but a moth, falling in love with a flower only butterflies are worthy of loving; I am but a seagull, donning feathers not of my own, merely to resonate with you under the same sky. I humble myself to the dust, according to your desires, to become the image you would love. I am trapped in a sorrowful yet passionate love, unable to extricate myself. Many paths lie before me, yet I chose the one with you, trudging through the vast, boundless desert, heading towards its desolate end.

    If we hadn't met on that afternoon painting of lotus blossoms, I could have created a beautiful landscape, but I turned back, and this unfinished work became a fragment. If we hadn't met, how many wonderful stories would my life have witnessed? But because of you, that fleeting shooting star, that weary water lily watching over the world, awakened the dormant sorrow in my heart. My heart's emptiness has thus become only your constellation. I guard this empty city without you, waiting for your return. Time is empty, and so is I. "I have no regrets about where my dreams lead, only regret for how fleeting they are," in the illusion I created, I saw your eternal dwelling.

    First sight, I was captivated; second sight, I was deeply in love. I offer my love with both hands, reciting one sorrowful poem after another from the depths of my past longing. I wish you were only the most beautiful memory in my life; I wish you a life of clarity and carefree joy, loving those you love and doing what you desire; I wish you, in the cold, to keep warmth in your heart.

    I have nothing but this pure love; I possess everything because of this pure love.

    Please allow me to love, only in the name of love!

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