梧桐树

In some life, I become a loom before the dressing table

Weaving time, sealing memories away

Countless threads of longing cannot be severed

Obsessions and delusions all tangled into a cocoon

In some life, I become a phoenix tree by the official road

For a century watching this vast world unfold

Waiting for the day you appear by chance

Shifting my branches to shield you from the sun's blaze

I do not cultivate blessings in this life

I do not seek eternal transcendence

I only wish that among the scattered thoughts on the ground, you pick up one

Through cycles of rebirth, glancing back countless times, just to brush past you in this life

Seas change to mulberry fields, years wear away all, yet I cannot forget your face

Love that spans lifetimes upon lifetimes

I would endure a thousand years of wind and snow, praying to meet you once more