A fate that is out of reach

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A full moon, heartbreak; so much sorrow. Understanding the pain of aging. Love fades away, people part; with age comes longing. Ten miles of affection, yet dreams of love are shattered. Love’s sharp edges are broken, ending a lifetime of beauty in dress. The appearance of love, persistent longing… Believing in the beauty of the moonlight. Ten miles of peach blossom fans – human relationships are never as good as those fleeting connections. Tears of love, ten miles of paintbrushes… Helplessly separated. Understanding love, yet failing it throughout one’s life. Dreams of love, understanding in the crowd… Ten miles of peach blossoms, deep or shallow bonds. A sense of reluctance, ten miles of longing… Love and hate lead to separation. Love fades with time; life is full of frustrations. It’s a shame to waste a lifetime of affection; dreams are hard to understand. Ten miles of peach blossoms… beautiful women grow old, and human relationships dissolve. Ten miles of desolation… mere illusions of love. People wake up under the red lights; it rains at dusk in the crowd. Thoughts never cease… one sings while drinking wine. Who is the lover by the lake? Who owes three lifetimes of fate? There’s only sorrow and helplessness, tears wasted in vain. People are unforgettable; wine breaks hearts, and hearts are broken. Despair and uncertainty… it’s a shame to waste those ten miles of moonlight. Pear blossoms bloom, and rain falls on the sycamore trees… human relationships betray the young. Separation brings coldness into human relations; the scenery isn’t as beautiful anymore. Water keeps flowing eastward… human relationships remain cold. One heart full of longing, two people who know nothing. The moon sets, and human feelings are counted; ten miles of peach blossoms are cut away. A portion of the moon, a sense of coldness… Hearts filled with longing as one paces under the moonlight, lost in unrequited love. Human relationships are like cold dreams; half of the world, a cup of old wine… How much has been lost? Dreams of beauty fade away, people scatter in the crowd. Understanding lasts a lifetime, but dreams end in heartache, leaving people in sorrow. The moon bears scars; human relationships waste away youth. Understanding lasts a lifetime, tears of love and hate… Love and hatred in the southern suburbs. Three drops of rain outside the courtyard… Alas, fate! The Stone of Three Lives… Who can shorten the years of youth? Dreams of love are deep, tears from human relationships… Sharing a drink as a symbol of affection; relationships can be deep or shallow, yet bonds remain intact. A little understanding, ten miles of connection… Lost in the sea of love, persisting in unrequited longing. In ancient times, people drank strong liquor; one cup could cause pain. Dreams spanned ten miles and three lifetimes. Love was deep yet fate was shallow. Passion and hatred intertwined. Fingers were entwined in concern, while the heart longed for the moon. A single heart, a single emotion… Dreams amidst the sea of people. The beauty of September fades away. To understand one lifetime, to experience dreams across three lifetimes… The cold moon embodies longing and heartache. A lifetime of listening goes unfulfilled. Longing like the sea, helplessness amidst the crowd. Ten miles of peach blossoms, a lifetime of concern. The scenery is perfect… Ask me about my fate in this life; it’s to repair the destiny over three lifetimes. To break free from the cycle of separation that lasts three hundred years, to end the chain of waiting that spans five hundred years… From now on, I’ll seek the zither. Human relationships are like two lamps; the heart weeps under the autumn moon. The west wind and cold moon – fate is predetermined in this sea of people. A cup of longing, two eyes gazing at each other; failing those around us. It’s life and death, it’s reincarnation, it’s concern. Helpless with the bonds of three lifetimes, one’s nature remains unchanged; human emotions are hard to understand. The moon of right and wrong, the sky above this sea of people… Yet people’s hearts are not consistent. Love in this life, a promise for the next; cherish love in the ocean of emotions. Wasting time in this sea of people… One kind of understanding, two goodbyes; helplessness across three lifetimes. It’s the ocean of love, it’s beautiful women. From now on, searching for this life in the complex world. A lifetime spent in warfare, partings that last forever; from now on, an end to what’s left of life. When the dust settles, people drift about in the crowd. Seven parts rain, three parts love; the world is hard to understand. One cup represents old age, another cup represents love; three parts fate, three parts separation. One cup signifies growing old, another cup signifies longing—unforgettable, inseparable, a concern that lasts a lifetime. Fame and wealth are predetermined; prosperity is hard to attain. Unrequited love, emotions within the crowd… failing those around us. Fame and wealth come and go; the world wastes one’s youth. One cup of love, two cups of mistakes. The fleeting years of life: one act of compassion, two beams of moonlight. Day after day, night after night, forever and ever—yet it’s just a legend. Believe in perseverance; don’t fail this life. Once understood, everything comes to an end. Moon over the southern bridge, ten miles to go home; a lifetime of years – who can lend me silk and hemp? Wearing robes of monkhood, from now on with the peach-blossom fan in hand, I can only ask about the passage of time. The coldness of separation brings sorrow, while my heart remains devoted to the moonlight. Yet I fear those ten miles ahead… A gentle breeze and a thin horse – they end an entire life filled with cold winds. Who will see the holy water in my eyes, and pray for a life full of color? Time makes one grow old, and it’s inevitable to betray those who understand one’s heart. I watch this life with love in my eyes, yet fate is full of ups and downs. Fame and wealth merely make one a stranger; when fate ends, it’s hard to understand this life. Love like that of peach blossoms over ten miles – after parting, there’s still kindness over those ten miles. In the sea of love, one endures life and death. Flowers bloom in coldness; longing spans the Bridge of Regret. Life is full of inevitabilities; I fail this life, and must part in three more lifetimes. In this sea of people, only one true feeling exists. Who will understand this life? Under the bright moon, I continue to long. In this crowd, one is destined to be a stranger. Tears at parting, separation again… This life sees me waste my youth. I understand life, yet betray fate. As time passes, so does one’s beauty; there are ten fates, but one heart makes mistakes. Ten miles of forgetfulness, illusions brought on by the east wind… Tears from a single heart. Love and hate, wrong choices in matters of the heart… Mistakes that span ten miles. Beauty fades away, and one heart is left helpless. Human relationships cause one to waste their youth. I understand this life; fate is full of complexity. It’s all an illusion for one lifetime, awaiting reincarnation. In the mirror of reincarnation, longing remains unchanged. Tears of devotion, dreams of love and hate; mistakes in the future, kites flying for miles. You are not me, and I am not my heart. The Bridge of No Return in the sea of emotions, three lifetimes of mistakes with kites. Looking back at this life, fate is unfavorable. From now on, with the east wind blowing, I gaze at dusk. The Bridge of No Return, tears of human affection, mistakes caused by the east wind. Peach blossom fans stretching for miles, beauty and destiny in the sea of emotions. The heart wanders through ten miles of affection, and that beauty remains etched in this life. Three drops of fate, a bridge spanning ten miles, mistakes caused by kites. Looking back, there is no connection in destiny. How much can one truly appreciate? From now on, we part ways. The world is vast, and the moon still shines over those who remain devoted. One heart, one thread of fate; to cherish it seems false. Ten miles of perfection, yet understanding of time’s passage is limited. Dreams are like those in the Southern Palace – how much of them is real? Ten miles of romantic illusions, but life in the crowd is not as predictable as fate. In the sea of hearts, there are tears; upon waking from dreams, there’s haste. One heart, one moon, ten miles of conversation – yet it always ends in tears. Alas, three lifetimes of mistakes… Kites lead to errors; alas, what is fate? Who owes these tears in the sea of people? Words about life and death, yet fate keeps changing. People long for each other; alas, what can heaven do? Who understands the tears of beauty? From now on, the heart will long for love, and gazing at the sea will represent a lifetime of concern. The east wind sheds tears; messages are sent into the sea of people. One mistake in a drink, yet ten miles of affection. The splendor of North China… arriving late. Someone comes on a moonlit night; thoughts of longing are sent to Nanke. Drunk, people gaze at each other; youth is lost in the sea of people. Dreams are hard to fulfill, but true feelings exist in the sea of emotions. The splendor of the nine provinces… none compare to you. River winds and night tears; people look weary in the sea of people. Even dreams disperse; the sea of people is hard to understand. A lifetime of youth is not as good as the longing felt in this life. To understand one’s fate… the sea of people brings disappointment. So much regret… longing under the cold moon. People gaze at each other in the sea of people; fates are mistaken, but truths endure silently. Burdened by the crowd, dreams shattered, love lost; the cold moon illuminates ten miles of landscape. With the brush in hand, one crosses the rivers and lakes of this world. Under the cold moon, sighs of longing arise. For the rest of my life, I’ll think of the zither’s melody. The light from the lamps fades away; we gaze at each other for one month, and long for one another through two months. Tears in the crowd, heartbroken by love; dreams are hard to understand, just as people are hard to comprehend. The emotions in the heart, the fate tied to those ten miles of peach blossoms… Who will ask about the rivers and lakes of this world? I wait through the rest of my life, in agony. Farewell to the tears in this crowd; three parts of wrongness in our love affair. One cup leads to old age, three cups bring only mistaken feelings. Dreams are hard to understand; love fades away. A lifetime of bonds, ten miles of separation—something that will never be forgotten. If one asks about the next life, it’s a bond that lasts a week; if one asks about this life, it’s the beauty of ten miles of peach blossoms. There’s no flaw in such scenery. To understand one’s heart means to gaze upon the sea – deep waters and tears of human emotions. Beauty pervades the land, yet dreams remain unfathomable. As relationships dissolve, reading about the rest of one’s life and one’s fate in the next life brings sorrow. This life is full of color, but it’s all an illusion of fate. People scatter in the crowd, and tears chill like those used in paintings across three lifetimes. The bonds in the world of martial arts are deep, yet fate separates us. To understand life means to bear pain and waste tears in vain. Love and hate are difficult to reconcile; from now on, my heart will weep blood. Even though the world of martial arts remains silent, my heart still feels bitter. I seek beauty and try to seize time. clad in armor, with worries spanning ten miles; a silent farewell, tears of betrayal in the crowd. Alas, on this night under the heavenly lanterns, false love leads to separation. No more meeting in this life, or perhaps in the next; dreams are hard to understand, and human feelings are complex. A single word ends it all, and from then on, there is only helplessness. Tears of heartbreak, alas, fate… From now on, only sorrow remains. Who can lend me robes of honor, to understand my kindness over these ten miles? The days of songs and dances are over; goodbye, farewell. Broken promises, lost opportunities to cherish those precious moments. It’s a lifetime of longing, unrequited love. People look at each other, wondering how many are hurt by the illusions of life. One wrong drink, and two people look at each other; a wrong fate begins, tears in the crowd. Love and hate are hard to understand; one feels sadness. The bond born from a wrong fate is deep, yet human feelings betray those who long for each other. It causes beauty to wither away. Ten miles of splendid decorations, laughter during songs and dances… but who cares about all this splendor? Dreams of a beautiful future, yet sorrow lingers. One wrong drink, and two lives tied together. Ten miles of grace, but no end to dreams, no end to hope. The fate of this life is separation from the splendor of the lights. From now on, it’s just a matter of fate in this world. Human feelings lead to mistakes. A drop of dream, a drop of sorrow—each drop represents missed opportunities for love. On a stormy night by the southern bridge, we part forever without mercy. In the crowd, our fates drift apart; in this sea of people, we say goodbye to our youthful days. There is no mercy in this separation… The lights of human affection, tears in the night rain—love and hate are intense. Time goes on, and the beauty of flowers and the moon remains. You are in your own world, while I am in my own ocean of emotions. Under the cold moon, I gaze longingly at you; human affection is expressed through tears. At the Bridge of No Return, we understand each other’s feelings. One cup represents old memories, another cup represents love. In the beautiful month of September, we gaze at each other from afar, wasting away our youthful years. Dreams are unforgettable, as are the people we love. Our hearts are filled with sorrow. Who can borrow the dreams of Nanke? Tears of love and longing… When awakening from those dreams, tears flow in abundance. Night rain falls on heaven and earth; in the crowd, one feels burdened. Fame and wealth are but illusions; the scenery holds no meaning. One mistake leads to coldness. The Peach Blossom Fan symbolizes the end of a lifetime’s bond; dreams remain unfathomable. Separated in the crowd, we lose our prime years, failing one another for a lifetime. Cutting apart the heart in this life… yet there’s the bridge of separation. Understanding the beginning of a bond, the peach blossoms in the crowd, tears of longing. Xiao Qiao’s joyful moments end without mercy. Understanding the pain that comes with such bonds, searching for precious flowers in the crowd. A lifetime spent apart, the beauty of September… a lifetime of solitude. Fate offers no respite. Understanding the crowd, eyes filled with sorrow, tears that never cease. The bond of this life… at the time of separation, under the skies of September. Alas, in this sea of ten thousand people, there’s just a hint of affection, a trace of understanding. Fate binds us together, granting us a lifetime of unity. To understand the next life means suffering physically and mentally; there are no endless stars, only a fate intertwined with the masses. Understanding is wasted away, and longing lasts a lifetime. Without the moon’s light, hearts fail to connect properly; mistakes arise in this sea of emotions. Fingers intertwined, yet a lifetime of hardships awaits. The art of distraction is lost, and the rules of yin and yang are violated. Alas, in this world, there’s only one day of rain, while beauty clings to its dreams. Alas, alas… This life is inscribed on the Stone of Three Lives; within the bonds of this life, we seek the light of lanterns. When the east wind blows, it brings sorrow to this sea of people. The heart longs for the moon; in the sea of people, we gaze at each other. The rivers and skies across the land – fame and fortune are heartless. Memories come swiftly; white hair brushes against the ornamental hairpins. From now on, there is only helplessness. Understanding the rest of one’s life… Naming a company means losing precious time. Under the cold moon, tears flow from a devoted heart. Love and hate make up three parts of emotion. Dreams of a beautiful future are doomed to be unfulfilled. Emotions in the heart, tears in the sea of people… All vanish without mercy. Understanding life means defying fate, and that is nothing but helplessness throughout one’s life. Understanding this life means letting go of the next. Dreams of beauty, bonds spanning three lifetimes… The lute remains silent, while the zither plays its tunes; every song and smile is but an illusion. From now on, my heart will be by the South Sea. One step represents a lifetime of events; ten steps equal five hundred years. Let’s keep our longing feelings within our hearts. A contract of life and death; alas, the coldness of January, the sorrow of October. In the first month of the year, there is only pain and helplessness. Those who understand my longing will take me across the Bridge of Destiny. From then on, three tears will flow—a lifetime of suffering and sorrow. Two tears fall as the strings of the zither are plucked; in three lifetimes, there is no chance to be together. To the east of the sea, amidst the crowd, a cup of old wine and three mistakes. Ten miles of peach blossoms are part of fate. Heartless words ruin this life. On the Bridge of Destiny, one understands the cycles of spring and autumn. One night of sad songs, ten miles of white hair. The nights of emperors, the lights in the galaxy… Helpless, from heart to heart, from beginning to end. Whether the bond is deep or shallow, when one partings, there is no respite.