Waiting for our partingOn streets beneath the lowering night, with bustling pedestrians and brilliant lights, I wander alone in this corner of the city, my heart heavy with the sorrow of parting. The ancient verse echoes in my mind, “The passionate are always cold, only feel the smile in the cup fading.”
Tonight, we are about to part ways. You sit across from me, your wine glass gently swaying, yet no drop of wine touches your lips. We gaze at each other but can’t find the words. Your smile is a bit strained, and I know it’s forced; I can’t smile either. Tomorrow, you’ll board a plane to a distant place, while I will remain on this familiar yet suddenly unfamiliar land.
The candle on the table burns quietly, its flame flickering slightly. The candle seems to mourn the parting, shedding tears until dawn. I look at its faint glow, as if seeing it weep for our farewell. Silent tears trace the candle’s body, dripping onto the tablecloth, leaving behind transparent marks.
We toast and sip, but only lightly. The wine slides down my throat, no longer sweet but tinged with bitterness. We talk about the past, reminisce about the days we spent together. Our laughter is mixed with a touch of sadness; behind every smile, there’s unspoken silence.
The night deepens, the lights remain bright, but the light in my heart gradually dims. We sit in silence, letting time slip away between us. The city’s clamor seems distant, with only the candle’s faint glow flickering before my eyes.
Finally, you rise to say goodbye. We embrace and cry, silently feeling each other’s warmth. Farewell, dear friend. No matter where you go, I will remember this night and our last gathering under candlelight.
As you turn to leave, I watch your figure fade into the night. “The passionate are always cold, only feeling the smile in the cup fading.” The candle, with a heart still mourning, sheds tears for us until dawn. I silently repeat this verse, feeling its endless sorrow.
Beneath the night light, I am alone, letting tears fall down my cheeks. The candle’s glow remains faint, as if waiting for our parting. I know that with the sunrise, a new day will come, but the sorrow of this night will forever stay in my memory.
On streets beneath the lowering night
Pedestrians rush by, the lights are bright
I wander alone in this corner of the city
My heart is filled with the sorrow of parting
You sit across from me, your wine glass
Gently swaying, yet no drop of wine touches your lips
We lock eyes but can't find the words
Your smile is stiff, and I can't smile either
The passionate are always cold
Only feeling the smile at the cup fading
The candle has a heart still mourning
Shedding tears for us until the morning light
The flame of the candle flickers faintly
Tears silently trace the candle’s body
We raise our glasses but only sip lightly
The wine tastes bitter, memories mingled with sadness
The passionate are always cold
Only feeling the smile at the cup fading
The candle has a heart still mourning
Shedding tears for us until the morning light
The night grows deeper, the lights remain bright
Yet the light in my heart gradually fades
We sit in silence, letting time slip away
The city's bustle feels distant, only the candle’s light dances
Finally, you rise to say goodbye, embracing and crying
Silently feeling each other’s warmth
Farewell, dear friend, no matter where you go
I will remember this night
The passionate are always cold
Only feeling the smile at the cup fading
The candle has a heart still mourning
Shedding tears for us until the morning light
Beneath the night light, I am alone
Letting tears fall down my cheeks
The candle’s glow remains faint
Waiting for our parting
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