A keresés eredménye

dreaming of what was

From a state of ethereal bliss, I suddenly became aware of the sorrows of life, trivial matters and the swiftness of change
I now prepare in detail to stay here, and recreate the past so that I can recall it all
I gather my most important memories of you, and everything that your beauty touched
I let myself recreate all the things of then, because is was there that i met you
 
The perfect past, on that flawless, beautiful backdrop
Life is lived in leisure and humility, with no parting,
Devoid of quarrel, existing in harmony
With no painful work, only humble pleasures, the years are free of worries
 
When you rode away, your figure looked as though i were seeing it from the images on a scroll, so distant
It's as if fate wants to keep us apart, it's hard to keep hope
I can but wait for a chance of your return without letting myself be dependant on it
 
I let all my past with you in
My frail, once glorious self vigorously recreating it all
Slight recollection of you quickly overpowers me
Like the ripples of sound from the strings of the harp, crying out in beautiful sorrow at the touch of remembrance
As I finish reflecting, a strong and strange relief fills my body
Though as it is, there is little remains of the love once held by us, I still remember it
And i realise that my existence, though miles away from you, is still not free
 
The lifespans of the sun and moon are impossible to measure
Love completely occupies people’s lives, in exchange for all its associated emotions
But the wise know that the uncertainties of life cannot be helped
And that everyone will eventually be separated and loveless after this life, so one should make the most of it
 
Poetry says the red beans all over the southern land are people who have been tragically separated, and I'm not skeptical of this
When we first met we were young, now we are so old
I don’t want to forget you, I will constantly search for you
Outside my weak recollection of ideals, people are even weaker
counterintuitive, like the fact that lightness and darkness are both made of the same fabric
Before the cruelty of the world ails me I must distance myself from all of it
If I commit myself to here and not you, I can succeed in this world
The laws of fate say that it will inevitably return vitality into desolation, gradually weaken the strong and alleviate pain
but with the slightest exertion the ancients suddenly break this cycle of succession
While just my body returns to normal life, my soul keeps up at this useless game
What I cannot tell myself, is that that while I am physically free, my heart is forever attached to you
 
Love is sudden and unstable
Love is something by nature absurd and irrational
Love is a person who is profound but not benevolent, well seen but not old
Love is a thought, that though does not stop existing as we stop writing, that will continue to exist through time though its documentation may deteriorate, which will forever imprison us
 
However beautiful, love will be imperfect if not practised
And only practise which entails always the core essence of love can make a relationship truly beautiful
While practise can ultimately cause sorrow to love that is only superficially true, it strengthens true love
As I struggle to stay alive, i know that you cannot keep pursuing me
As I indulge in comfort pleasures , i realise that you can’t keep waiting for me
But if it be though for a fleeting moment, I wish destiny would allow our souls, destined to be apart, to meet in harmony
All other thoughts depart from my mind
As I sit, chin on hand, thinking about how little I know and how short life is
If in this cut off state of ignorance, isolation and short life, there is no way of sensing the future...
Then why should I believe this painful lovesickness will never be fulfilled by you again?
I wish I could shed these years spent without you, go back to the suddenness and excitement of our perfect love
I look back on what was
A tangled destiny connects us in all corners of the world
and no matter how far I distance myself my heart, I will never be truly free from you