01
I can't tell you that you gently crossed your head and walked in front of you, casting an inscription on my heart to give birth to a great heart— love.
My liking for you begins with the face value drunk on affection.
I can't tell you that I'm thinking hard, but I can't define it for you, like a wet rainy day, the water on the ground can always soak my shoes, and the unattainable love can always soak my heart, mess up, forget words.
I can't tell you that when you think of me, all my waves are not alarming, they have fallen into the confines of your heart city, and the description of you is only as light as a breeze, a faint thought of you, a slow memory.
02
I can't tell you that when I see you, I won't be able to say what I want, and in the years when I have achieved nothing, you are the love I can't ask for, and I don't want to be friends but I don't dare to fall in love.
I can't tell you that I don't know what to do, and I have always gone deep. Regarding the matter of loving you, I can't hide from the night of drinking and singing, and I can't hide from the streets where no one is around.
I can't tell you that you, whom I never mention, and the love that loves each other and don't love each other, are the expectations that are deeply locked in the heart, such as the twilight snow covering a thousand mountains, and also like the silkworm pupae that lie dormant all year round, and also like the light of the sun, but do not dare to warm your heart.
03
I can't tell you that when I first loved you, I wanted to go to your heart the most, willing to confess my feelings in the poem, willing to express myself in the cup of the moon, and willing to be drunk and buried by myself.
I can't tell you that a person is wandering, thinking only where you are, sighing that they didn't hear back when they knew each other, and before you could look twilight, they became stubborn.
I can't tell you that I pretend not to care about being strangers to you, whether from north to south, looking forward to a blessing in one encounter. I can't tell you that this piece of paper is full of love words, written all over the sunset, and that every word is related to you, and that the unsheathed lines of poetry fill the incense you emit.
04
I can't tell you that sentient beings are far away and I don't want you to go, you ask me who I love, I can only tell you that I love myself without a love enemy.
I can't tell you that when you envy excellent students and sweet love, I am willing to be an excellent student for you and give you sweet love.
I can't tell you that I want to be the green forest of England, the Italian bandits and the Mediterranean pirates, snatching your love and binding it in my heart.
I can't tell you that I have deep thoughts that I can't tell you, that I only have a crush on you, and that your heart is my question, and the answer is just a fragment.
05
I can't tell you that I want you to be good, and I'm not bad, when the odds are evenly matched, the flowers bloom to confess the day.
I can't tell you that I want to take you to the shore of the breeze and look back at the lights and fireworks.
I can't tell you that I want to see you draw a shallow eyebrow and know that your heart is slightly cold.
I can't tell you that the cultivation of the fertile fields, the sea of the earth, the People of Iraq should be, let me look at each other, it is you who have provoked my thoughts in this life.
I can't tell you that the chaos of the snow and rain forest flowers and autumn words, pen and ink paper, all of them are you.
I can't tell you that the novel gives the hero an eternal home, but reality can't give me a satisfactory ending, and you.
I can't tell you that in the year of innocence, Mu Qing is like snow.
I can't tell you that I have many "I can't tell you" things because I can't tell you, I can't be together.