Yearning

Yearning

Being a pot of wine you brewed,

Opened to turn me drunk and confused.

Being the silent guardian of memories,

Whereas those pages of books in heart to have sheltered.

Being a deep blessing from afar,

Let the distance mistily weaken to apart.

Also deemed to lead gentle cloud blowing,

Kissing the smoky heart of sea everlasting and slowing.

 

Having joys and fears,

Having laughter and tears,

Having sweetness and bitterness,

Earnest invitation of the heart to embrace you for dance in braveness.

With liveliness and loneliness,

With hopefulness and doubtfulness,

With happiness and painfulness,

Touching my profoundness ceaseless.

Yearning is me confronting to count the layers of rainbow,

And that counting the density of the hearty shadow.

Yearning was a painting you had drawn,
Where there seemed to be an error colorfully indrawn.

《思念》

是你酿的酒一壶，

开启后让我醉得糊涂。

是对记忆无声的守护，

护成一页页心书。

是远方深深祝福，

让距离变得缥缈虚无。

又似清风牵云轻轻吹拂，

却拂不去的心海烟雾。

有欢颜， 有愁目

有畅笑， 有泪珠

有甜蜜， 有酸苦

殷殷邀心拥你共舞。

有热闹， 有孤独

有盼望， 有踌躇

有喜悦， 有痛楚

时时缭绕我心深处。

思念是我对着彩虹层层数，

数着心影的密度。

思念是你画下的一幅图，

彩绘中有一笔失误。。。。。