Chapter 292: , Rainy Night Sends Longing (Part 2)

____ Walking with Love Twenty-six

The Changjiang's waves surge across ten thousand li, just like my youthful feelings; alas, my youth is waning. The Nanke dream, I am in the midst of; the Huangliang dream has matured early, good deeds not yet completed… still need to… do!

Tonight I hear the cuckoo crying in the rain; at dawn I watch swallows come and geese go; idly drifting in a small boat, making myself a wanderer of the world? The vast sea of people offers no place to return! Endless longing, like the great river's flow. How can I not ponder these things? Only in dreams have they sometimes existed!

After years have passed, peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze; yet human faces are as cold as icy frost. Having traveled to the ends of the earth, am I grown old? My aspirations unfulfilled! My temples white as snow, amidst the tea smoke, I recall past events, lingering!

Do you know? Do you know? Night deep, people quiet; cold rain joins the river. Want to speak but hold back! Want to speak but hold back!

Who could have foreseen in this lifetime? Where will I drift to? Sighing over next year's traces, fearing time will be wasted again; gazing at the boundless misty waves, laughing at humanity's joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, sometimes scattering, sometimes gathering—this matter has always been hard to fulfill.

Gazing to the ends of the earth, eyes strained; having traversed Wu Mountain and Chu Water, day after day, generation after generation; some things are not human effort but heavenly decree!

Courage like the bright moon, everlasting; ice-cold heart like a jade pot, forever pure; regardless of wind or rain, high mountains and perilous roads, spring, summer, autumn, winter!

Do not dance, my lord; my lord, you do not see that the jade ring and flying swallow all turn to dust…… boxes full of gold, boxes full of silver; in the blink of an eye, beggars all condemn……… or rather, contribute something, leaving a glorious name for ten thousand ages…… because I dislike the petty official hat, I say that day I will bear the cangue, or rather, do some good deeds for the people; the future is long……………………………………………………………?

(Heart tied to the disaster area, affection tied to the disaster area, I use a sincere heart, I pray to the gods: may peace, courage, confidence, and strength accompany and be with the disaster area's people!)