(Commentary: From Tagore's Love Poem)

Personality signature: the sword is grey and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yuanyuan, the water side, travels back and forth here, and the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

The furthest distance in the world

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death.

It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

It's not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

But I love you so much that I can't say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you.

I miss you deeply, but I can only bury you deeply in my heart.

The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you.

But love can't be together.

The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other.

But we can't be together, but we know

Pretend not to care.

The furthest distance in the world

Not the distance between trees.

But long branches can't depend on each other in the wind.

The furthest distance in the world is not that branches cannot depend on each other.

But those stars that look at each other but don't meet.

The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars.

But even if these tracks meet, there is no place to find them in the blink of an eye.

The furthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to be found in an instant.

But we are doomed not to meet before we meet.

The furthest distance in the world

Is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky.

One dived into the deep sea.