Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 185

What awakened your sense of belonging?

Your radiant smile revealed the beauty of the land, the secrets of a man's heart, and a tender heart full of passion.

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for the maturity of a season, or for the indulgence of autumn and winter?

Did we disturb you? Or will you choose to leave?

Mischievous sprite, have you lost your way home? Please forgive us for keeping you here so cruelly.

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In the suburbs of a thousand years ago, willow catkins danced in the air, and we met unexpectedly. Did it stir your thoughts? Did it make you stop? Did it make your eyebrows curve into a smile? Did it light up your light?

Was it waiting in a past life? Was it looking back countless times?

I took your hand. I held you firmly in my grasp.

Walking amidst the vast expanse of white clouds and green waters, traversing the human world of small bridges and ancient castles.

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On the shores of West Lake, before the Hall of Three Lives, what have I done to wrong you that made me lose myself, lose myself so completely?

What did I do wrong? Why am I left to meet you so foolishly, to wait in vain?

What have I asked for? To bring you to my side, to let my image be reflected in your eyes, and to let my humble name be spoken in your words.

I can't hold onto you, even if I exhaust all my energy, I still can't hold onto you.

Can you hear me crying? Can you feel sorry for me? In the dead of night, do you ever think about my endless sacrifices? Do you ever talk about my foolish feelings? Do you ever use the smile I gave you to lull you to sleep?

Did I send my affections to your window?

Are you still uneasy? The trembling wings startled the passionate heart of this heroic man.

Are you still afraid? Your dazed gaze reflects fear towards Ruyu, who worries about you.

Do you still want to leave? Your desperate act shattered my long-held dream.

In those dark years, you danced alone, illuminating the direction a lone sailboat was heading.

Now that you have appeared, please take off your wings and accept our humble gift.

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I offer my sincerity, asking you to hear about the mundane things of this world.

I offer my feelings, begging you to grant me a hundred years of grace.

You bend your head slightly, smile gently, and intoxicate the pool of fine wine, the blooming spring, and the ethereal starry sky.

Your movements are fluid and graceful, alternating between tension and relaxation.

It disrupted the unchanging laws, disrupted the magnificent chapters of a thousand years, and disrupted a small, heartbreaking moment.

I long to be with you, to abandon worldly riches and embrace you in the deepest recesses of my heart.

Regardless of your background, I will protect you in the comfort of my arms.

I am ultimately weak, unable to break free from the helplessness of worldly constraints, nor can I escape the shackles of longing.

How I wish I could hear your whispers in my ears in the dead of night, how I long to hold your delicate, tender body in my arms.

However, when I pick up the fragments you gave me, I can't piece together the shadow of love.

The moonlight shines alone amidst the dazzling Milky Way, and thoughts and emotions fade away in the darkness.

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You've found a place to belong, and in your heartache, your childhood memories have become blurred.

Once you have a choice, the pastoral idyll in the fields disappears instantly from your life's journey.

With someone to rely on, you can freely roam the lands of other countries as you please.

You have someone to care about, so I send my longing to the west wind and the bright moon.

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Listen, to the songs you used to hum.

Look, the clothes you once loved.

Amidst the gatherings and separations, the desolation and chaos, the sounds fail to discern your vibrant and graceful figure, nor reflect your unparalleled elegance.

The journey was long and dusty, the car bumped along, and tears fell silently.

Even at the summit, how can I not capture the images you love?

How I long to fall asleep, to die in the innocent, unparalleled era with you, to die outside the door you never chose...

This is a foreign land, and I have lost the red thread that binds us, unable to move your heart of stone.

What I lost along with it was not only the affection I had already given you, but also the unspoken waiting I had endured.

Give me another ten thousand years, and I will still wait alone beneath the Buddha, waiting for you to remember me and take me away...

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