Is Our Fate Still There - Encounters (Prose Poems)

I can't tell you how many encounters I missed the broken bridge in the south of the Mengmeng River.

　　At that time, I stood at the head of the bridge, on the soft waves of the lake, in the green shadows that reflected each other, looking forward to you coming from the other end of the bridge.

　　You are like a legend, falling into my chaotic dreams, alarming the seagulls in my heart that yearn for the light.

　　The smell of your body slipped from my fingers, like a wisp of green silk floating in a pool of blue water that the wind and rain could not wake up.

　　You, graceful and colorful, Yingying Autumn Wave. You come over and my heart pounds.

　　You said that the White Lady and Xu Xian met at the Broken Bridge.

　　You said that the story of the White Lady and Xu Xian is a tragedy.

　　I said, Leifeng Tower fell.

　　You smile softly and say, what good do you want me to say?

　　Then, you left a faint fragrance on your body and went.

　　I stood at the head of the bridge and watched your back fall into the dust and melt into the smoke and rain.

　　I think I will describe your face with drunkenness and light songs, and I think I will tell you with full of sorrow and determination to tear a beautiful picture.

　　Oh, what a beautiful Gangnam Broken Bridge.

　　Oh, what a beautiful encounter.

　　After that, I met you again.

　　Not in the smoke and rain of the broken bridge, but in the blue sky of the Sun Moon Lake.

　　At that time, I stood at the edge of the pool, looking at the water of a thousand miles.

　　You come from a path full of branches.

　　You have a faint smell of sadness in you.

　　I caress your slightly wrinkled gauze skirt.

　　You say, Sun Lake and Moon Lake are a combination of pearls?

　　I said, yes.

　　You say, they never separate?

　　I said, what do you want me to say about you?

　　Then, you're gone. I bowed my head and sighed.

　　I think I will express your beauty with the feelings of the sun and the moon, and I think I will tell the story of my encounter with you with thousands of years of sorrow.

　　Ah, what a beautiful you.

　　Ah, beautiful and sad as the sun and moon lake water of you.

　　However, you on the broken bridge, you on the side of the Sun Moon Lake, I am no longer obsessed.

　　You have been the most beautiful scenery in my heart, you have been the most difficult obstacle in my heart, you have been the most attached angel in my heart.

　　I can't tell you how many encounters you've missed.

　　I think I've let go of that obsession. I don't want to treat regret as a debt, nor do I want to turn regret into hatred, into hatred.

　　I still cherish, cherish your crystal clear heart, cherish every hard-won encounter.

　　I look at you from afar and silently bless you.

　　Look at your beautiful figure in the haze of smoke and rain, and look at your eyebrows like blue and white porcelain.

　　I love myself hard and try to be myself. This is my best reward for you and this encounter.

　　I believe that your beauty will never fade from the trivialities of life and the wind and frost of the world, nor will it be messed up by the changes of time and the impermanence of the world.

　　I look at you from afar, silently bless you, and admire you from afar.

　　And your name will always be engraved on the milestones of my life.