Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart, this ancient poem, like an elegant ink painting, gently depicts the faint thoughts and expectations. On this quiet afternoon, the sun shines through the window lattice, shining on the ancient pages, the handwriting has yellowed, but it still exudes a faint scent of ink.
Qingqing Zijin, it is your verdant collar, swaying in the wind, like the melody of youth, gently sounding. Wandering my heart, it is my endless thoughts, which become deeper and deeper with the passage of time. Your figure seems to be right in front of you, but it is far away, and that feeling is like morning dew, crystal clear and pure.
In this quiet time, I savored the faint thoughts alone. The willow trees outside the window are gently swaying, as if telling an ancient story. Those memories about you are scattered like pearls in my heart, shining brightly. I tried to string them together into a necklace, only to find that I couldn't connect them perfectly anyway.
Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heartThis longing, like the endless river, never ends. I look forward to the day when I meet you again, and I look forward to that deep emotion being answered. Perhaps, at that moment, I will gently tell you that Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart, this longing has already turned into endless affection.
The years are like a dream, and there is you in the dream. Qingqing Zijin, my heart, this emotion, like the ancient verses, will always be engraved in my heart. No matter how time passes, no matter how the years change, that faint thought and expectation will always be the same and never fade.
On this quiet afternoon, I still sat in front of the window, quietly savoring the thoughts. Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart, may this emotion, like the warm sunshine, always shine in my heart.