Meeting you, I fell in love with a floral affair.

     Meeting you,

    I fell in love with a blossoming season, a fleeting moment of mist and rain, etching a destiny into our lives. Yesterday and today, we were strangers, lovers awaiting an unforgettable encounter. I water my horse by the river, waiting for you to arrive, as if we had known each other for a long time, to say "long time no see." Hand in hand, a magnificent floral display quietly unfolds. With a gentle thought, you became the destined love in my life.

    If you show me mercy, open the coffin for me. If I cannot be with you in life and death, I will repay you with my life. A reciprocal exchange, without regret. With you here, my solitary eternity turns to dust. Buried in the yellow earth, I will never forget my initial feelings. The tender feelings between us, once written, will never change in this life.

    You are the radiant beauty of a mandala amidst the floating clouds, I caught your trace at a glance. You are so familiar to me, as if a memory from a past life. Elegant, pure. If you don't come, how dare I grow old alone? With a heart as vast as the sky, I build a world just for you, a place of carefree freedom. Even if my heart holds a tiger, I will give you the tenderness of a rose, a gentle caress that brings peace of mind.

    A hundred years of separation in a high tower, a lifetime of beauty for you. We met and knew each other in the most beautiful world, our hearts undisturbed. We cherish life and death, refusing to give up because of fate. Love is always the most beautiful symbol; unspoken, we understand. Before you, I am the vast world. In my eyes, you are a realm beyond. I will share countless nights of revelry with you, without lamenting our parting. I want to love you, to love you amidst this chaotic world. If you can escape, then pass by peacefully. If you cannot escape, then, my dear, please love me in this world.

    The Buddha said, five hundred glances in a past life are exchanged for a mere brush in this one. So, what karmic connections from our past lives led to our encounter in this life? The past is not yet settled, but continued in this one. I carelessly picked up the letter we wrote of our promise, and every single word, every stroke, is a whisper from our past lives, so true. Heaven has granted my wish: in this life, I am destined to share this magnificent floral feast with you. Our meeting is a predestined invitation. I pick up my pen and write, bringing our fleeting lives to life on paper. You lean silently against the railing, while I sit alone amidst the landscape. Amidst the dazzling lights, I am captivated. Because of you, I begin to feel repeatedly lost and confused.

On the path of Nantian, your long, flowing hair is like ink, while I am lost in the fleeting years. Your soft words and charming smile are enough to make me intoxicated for a lifetime. I insisted on inviting you, and you returned with a radiant smile. I exchanged all my passion for soft singing and murmuring, hoping to evoke a few more lingering feelings in you. That year, the days were beautiful, that year, the sky was clear but the rain was imminent. The romance was boundless, and I wished to plant countless lotus flowers for you in my heart. Even if you were inexplicably lonely, I could still understand your heart. You are my destiny, which I had planned long ago yet encountered by chance. I am neither pretentious nor hasty, waiting for you to come slowly. Because, if you are well, then it is a sunny day.

    I have always asked, is there a way to have it all in this world, to be true to both Buddha and you? If I give up the troubles of the mortal world, can I instantly become a Buddha? I do not wish to be a scholar on a pedestal, but only to be your most beautiful lover in this life. If you do not abandon me, I will follow you with all my heart. Do you like this kind of floral arrangement? Let's make a promise or create a space for each other, I'll stay with you until the end of time. If time allows, I'd like to watch the gentle flow of time with you. I don't know what the future holds, but as long as you're here, I will always love you. Now that you're dead, I'll bury you;

    tomorrow, who will bury me? I don't speak of life and death, but we'll always be together in this mortal world. Just like that, simple and clear. We all live and die within the rings of time. Through the long years, life is like a song. In peaceful times, you and I rely on each other calmly. Our memories never heard the ending. Because the ending is known, you and I will always be the same. The flowers that are buried with you bloom and close in moderation, the bamboo flute plays in the empty mountains. I stand on the island of separation, slowly warming up to your tenderness. At the ferry of emotions, I'm like a floating ship without a harbor, drifting endlessly. Meeting you was just right. For me, I found a peaceful sanctuary; for you, you will be happy too. Because it was destined in our past lives, we couldn't refuse.

    Let's choose a city to grow old in, and meet someone to grow old with. I've touched the years, forging the soul that loves you. In the depths of fallen blossoms that year, you walked slowly towards me, and I met you by chance. Our fingers intertwined, and a vow was made, a promise written in verse. You are my kingdom, giving me a prosperous and peaceful home. I am your city, giving you peace of mind. In this magnificent spectacle, our love is eternal. I have always loved flowers, and in this island city in April, the sleepless crabapple blossoms resemble your smile. You are history from ancient times, granting me a love that transcends the Middle Ages. I am grateful, and my wish is fulfilled. With you, I am at peace. At four in the morning, the sleepless crabapple blossoms, a perfect blend of dream and reality. At this moment, in this place, I tell myself, I love you, even buried in the earth, I will never forget my initial love.

    There is a beauty, whom I cannot forget once I see her. A day without seeing her, I am driven mad with longing. There is a beauty, whom I cannot forget once I see her. The phoenix soars high, seeking its mate across the four seas. Alas, the beauty is not on the eastern wall. You are the most beautiful accident of my life, unforgettable from the moment I saw you. I think of you, I long for you, I yearn for you. My love for you is simple and serene, a pure and tender affection. Like the phoenix seeking its mate, I play this song with all my heart for you. Pillowed in splendor, I dream of desolation. Our meeting was like a small boat mistakenly entering the depths of lotus blossoms, like a peach blossom drifting unnoticed along a stream. A fleeting encounter, an instant parting. I am the vast ocean in your palm, an insurmountable barrier. I lament the shortness of time, the regret of meeting so late; we haven't even had time to embrace the eternity of this life. Looking at you through the flowers, it's as if you are there, neither near nor far. I want to open my arms, longing for your embrace, longing for your warmth. From then on, I fell in love with that floral affair, hopelessly, just as I love you. In this vast world, through countless cycles of love and loss, every flourishing floral affair ends with us separated by the River of Oblivion, heading towards the other shore. Life is but a fleeting encounter, like a flower blooming and fading, from sunrise to sunset, from youthful beauty to gray hair, from the past to the future. Time has no end, so I only wish to wait for a fragment, a season of blooming or fading, for us to meet and part, to savor those bright, tearful years. I can hold your hand, slowly walking along a secluded, quiet path, slowly enjoying the tranquility of this floral affair.

    The rushing flow of time has condensed many years of fleeting beauty. In the peaceful years, amidst the flowing water, you have calmed my wandering heart, so calm that I can hear your heartbeat. The passing years, the hazy, mottled colors, for you and for me, are the whispers of our encounter. I turn back with a gentle smile, thoroughly understanding the story of our meeting, slowly melting it into the most beautiful memory in my heart. I am but a speck of dust in this fleeting life, finding the chance to meet you in the gaps between the flowers and the moon in the sky. Deep within, witnessing the fleeting nature of life, I grow increasingly captivated by your elegance. Like yesterday's secluded thread-bound pages, you are that woman with her hair tied up, strolling through an old house. Under the pale moon and sparse stars, I hold true affection in my hands, intoxicated for a lifetime.

    I close the pages of this ancient book, and sing while playing the zither. That fleeting, unspoken connection is something I cherish day and night. That simple yet rare encounter made me fall in love with you, with the elegance and madness associated with you. I've tasted countless herbs, seeking only a single true remedy; I've traversed thousands of mountains, searching for a returning soul; I've read countless books, seeking only a classic. You are the one I've found, and I only wish to hold your hand and live an anonymous life. My only wish in this life is to witness the vibrant spring with you, to read a beautiful poem, and to wash away the dust of worldly concerns. May we both let go of our obsessions, live a pure life, and find peace in whatever comes our way. With you and me, that is enough.

    All that is sentient is without hindrance. Meeting you made me forget everything. Only you are my everything. I treat life and death as trivial matters, but I cannot accept this love as ordinary. Meeting you made me forget myself. I regret not meeting you in those fleeting, beautiful years. Perhaps this moment is perfect; meeting you, I ask for nothing more. Time flows on, the best years of my life, the best of you, and the most infatuated me. Everything seems so fitting.

    Meeting you, a magnificent floral display quietly unfolds. From that moment on, I fell in love with you…