听雪

This parting, the cool breeze brings a farewell song

Yesterday's past becomes a tale, too painful to hear

On empty paths, flower scent extinguishes the lamplight

Memories held in hand, flowing into a river

Pear blossoms drift down, adding another hue this year

Like your plain robe, mottled, tears without trace

A thousand words, each one speaks of reluctance to part

Turning away, to whom can I speak?

Watching fine snow vanish into heartless years

Yet waiting for your message, a plea not to forget

Old dreams return to spring, why like a fleeting bloom?

Fine moments fade, leaving only remnant snow

Erasing grudges, how to commemorate the departed?

Three parts cold, seven parts fierce, until what day?

In the year strings break, borrowing flowers to hope for purity

The snow I listen to is hibernating

Often envying the deep, profound bonds of this mortal world

I await these fleeting years with you in the red dust

Before dreams scatter, let me remember your face

Past messages, passing like mist and smoke

Watching fine snow vanish into heartless years

Yet waiting for your message, a plea not to forget

Old dreams return to spring, why like a fleeting bloom?

Fine moments fade, leaving only remnant snow

Smelling flowers, thinking of snow, another year