Love can also be tough compared to tenderness.
It is engraved in fine sand, in the bay, in the rock,
Also in the sunset and the sound of the wind every day.
Not afraid of the erosion of the world and its disturbances,
It flows with self-determination and precision in our own orbit,
Guarding the quest for love that only we know.
The rock is hard and firm, black or gray,
They are gifts from the depths of the earth,
Cloaked in a silvery luster that shimmers with the tempering of the sun and the wind.
That is just as between me and you,
Trust from the heart,
Our light rises in the darkness of tenacity.
Hands intertwined, bathed in the setting sun,
We always have strength together.
Although your wrists are so slender,
But strength has always been on par with me.
As vast as the world,
Let that snowflake-shaped hand reflect us
Time spent together.
Is time passing in a streamlined fashion?
Just like people always like to use quicksand as a metaphor for transience.
But our love is not afraid of quicksand,
With your hand, the thinking will always become clear and precise,
The tide rises and falls, but the picture we paint on the beach is eternal.
I love the coldness of steel,
You love the pure luster and softness of silver,
Simple and generous living world,
Add to the heart of love and exploration that can go to the mountains and seas at any time.
You and I are mirrors of each other,
Look at each other and move forward together.