I would like to be the azaleas all over the hills
Only for an unregrettable Spring;
I would like to be the numberless stars in the sky,
Giving all my light to a Summer night;
I would like to be tens of thousands of rivers and streams,
Flowing to the one and only ocean;
I would like to be the Moon
To be full once again for you.
Were you an Island,
I would be the Seas surrounding you;
If you raised your sails,
I would be the gentle wind and waves;
If you traveled afar,
I would be the Road,
Smoothing myself,
Going away with you.
Were you tired,
I would be Night,
Or the inn at the roadside,
With a clean sheet and mattress,
For you to sleep on.
If you dreamed in sleep,
I would be the traces of tears on your pillow.
I would like to be the Arm,
For you to lean on.
As gray hairs proliferate all over our heads,
Still I’d like to be the Fireplace at your feet,
Reminiscing about the good old times we shared.
Were you the laughter,
I’d be the chorus responding to you;
Were you the tears,
I’d be the starlight accompanying you.
If you turned into dirt,
I would be the green grass by your side,
If you turned into ashes,
I would be dust.
If, ah if…
You were sentimentally attached to this life,
Allow me to make one more wish,
That I would follow you to the next life.
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