Although I am an old aunt who has been divorced and single for 30 years, I still believe that there is true love in the world, but I have not met it. If, one day, I really meet true love, I believe that I will still be in love. The premise is that I haven't met the true love that makes my heart flutter.
Last night's rain, like a flood of sorrow in my heart, woke me from my sleeping dreams. The bewildered heart, full of yesterday's pain, is clearly visible like the veins of autumn leaves. The cold wind no longer has the gentleness of the past, just like the indifference after love leaves. Can the lost love be regained?
On this long road, who can tell me how much wrong it will be, where is my final residence? And now, the promise in the wind is like a misty smoke, dissipating without a trace.
How many lingering dreams, how many scenes of love and hate, why is everything still empty after all? The former affection, the former infatuation, have all turned into ethereal dust, nowhere to be found. And the oath in the rain, the promise in the wind, have become empty lies, which are heartbreaking.
How many times have I relived that lingering moment in my dreams, and how many times have I tasted the interweaving of love and hate in my memories. Why is everything still empty in the end? Why have all the vows and alliances become a thing of the past?
The vows I once made in the rain are now an eternal pain in my heart. The promise I once made to me in the wind is now an endless sigh in my ears. Why is it all empty in the end, why is love so short, so fragile?
However, even with a thousand heartbreaks, I still believe in the existence of love. Even if everything is still empty in the end, I still look forward to the next encounter. Because I know that only by facing it bravely can I find my own happiness.