I donot know what I want to say.
The Tv series is on, the figures or characters come and go, like water, like shadows.
I donot know what I want to say.
But involuntarily, I opened the page, and words run down my fingers.
It's no writing.
No poetry, nothing.
Nothing else.
It's just love, love and nothing else, that warmed me overseas and caught me, now and here, on this very night.
I know this is so difficult to describe.
I know also, I am every piece with you, though we have the ocean between.
I love nobody else: I love to see nobody else. You know it.
And this had so often added to your pride--of course, I could see that you are playing it--playing the kid as well as the king when you hear my saying that.
But you are so silly. Only under my hint, you know that the people I mentioned so many times, bear the similarity to you. I see every particle of it, and that's why I watch them, and appreciate them.
I forge it into your own confidence.
You silly!
Why you need so many years to know and believe in my love of you, as well as yourself.
When you said you love me at first sight, I know you mean it. I remember every single scene with you and me on it: I remember your eyes on me, all the way through these years.
This is it, as it should be.
My heart is floating, with the music. It carries me up to the moon, penertrating the air and darkness.
It might have been in this kind of darkness and tranquility, Jane cried out:
"Wait for me, I am coming."
It must have been with this feeling, the heart of the world goes on:
"Every time in my dream, i see you, I feel you..."
I know we are nobody immortal.
And, in fact I care nothing about immortality.
Eternality means nothing to the sun, the moon and the stars, as they themselves are time itself.
But it also means nothing to me: If I have no chance to live through time, why should I care about the length of the trip, or the journey.
Being with you is enough.
Love addes to the uttermost of it.
Gladly it's from you: that's the only wine with the taste that, makes me intoxicated yet never drunk.
Remember, Silly, I am with you through it, hardness and happiness, we share and shoulder them together.
Love you so, and I couldn't hold it back tonight.
When I utter the word,I know you'd hear it.
The Tv series is on, the figures or characters come and go, like water, like shadows.
I donot know what I want to say.
But involuntarily, I opened the page, and words run down my fingers.
It's no writing.
No poetry, nothing.
Nothing else.
It's just love, love and nothing else, that warmed me overseas and caught me, now and here, on this very night.
I know this is so difficult to describe.
I know also, I am every piece with you, though we have the ocean between.
I love nobody else: I love to see nobody else. You know it.
And this had so often added to your pride--of course, I could see that you are playing it--playing the kid as well as the king when you hear my saying that.
But you are so silly. Only under my hint, you know that the people I mentioned so many times, bear the similarity to you. I see every particle of it, and that's why I watch them, and appreciate them.
I forge it into your own confidence.
You silly!
Why you need so many years to know and believe in my love of you, as well as yourself.
When you said you love me at first sight, I know you mean it. I remember every single scene with you and me on it: I remember your eyes on me, all the way through these years.
This is it, as it should be.
My heart is floating, with the music. It carries me up to the moon, penertrating the air and darkness.
It might have been in this kind of darkness and tranquility, Jane cried out:
"Wait for me, I am coming."
It must have been with this feeling, the heart of the world goes on:
"Every time in my dream, i see you, I feel you..."
I know we are nobody immortal.
And, in fact I care nothing about immortality.
Eternality means nothing to the sun, the moon and the stars, as they themselves are time itself.
But it also means nothing to me: If I have no chance to live through time, why should I care about the length of the trip, or the journey.
Being with you is enough.
Love addes to the uttermost of it.
Gladly it's from you: that's the only wine with the taste that, makes me intoxicated yet never drunk.
Remember, Silly, I am with you through it, hardness and happiness, we share and shoulder them together.
Love you so, and I couldn't hold it back tonight.
When I utter the word,I know you'd hear it.
