by wanyan

Whose fragile heart is painted to look like the boundless plains and towering mountains
Whose fingernails are coated by dreams with a thick polish of shyness
The moon is like water, the flowers like fire, reflecting a plane of sereneness
Who wasn't lost and wandering during their youthful period

You often dream of how you used to be
That ignorant girl, stubborn and full of energy 
The road to heaven is tedious
The searing marks of love and hate, unable to be faded
Let us pocket the heartbreaks, let our palms grasp the moments

That youthful dare to take on the sky, thousands of years of emotional entanglements
The spring breeze and cool mist by the green lake, caressing shy girlish features
That youthful dare to shoulder the sky, thousands of scrolls of old wishes
The innocent persistence for flowers to bloom and moon to be full

All amidst a beautiful but empty world 

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