The Love Song of the West Sea, Dao Lang

Since you left, I have lost my gentleness. Waiting on this snowy mountain road is long, listening to the howling of the cold wind. I can't see the horizon at a glance, and the wind cuts my face like a knife. I can't wait until the blue sky of the West Sea and the vast plateau are silent. I still remember that you promised me that you would not let me lose you, but you followed the migratory birds returning south and flew so far. Love is like a kite whose string is broken and cannot hold the promise you made. I am waiting hard for the warm spring on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and for the lone wild geese returning after the ice and snow on the plateau melt. No matter how hard it is to continue our relationship, we will never be able to return to our past. I can't see the horizon at a glance, and the wind cuts my face like a knife. I can't wait until the blue sky of the West Sea and the vast plateau are silent. I still remember that you promised me that you would not let me lose you, but you followed the migratory birds returning south and flew so far. Love is like a kite whose string is broken and cannot hold the promise you made. I am waiting hard for the warm spring on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and for the lone wild geese returning after the ice and snow on the plateau melt. No matter how hard it is to continue our relationship, we can never return to our past. I still remember that you promised me that you would not let me lose you, but you followed the migratory birds returning south and flew so far. Love is like a kite whose string is broken and cannot hold the promise you made. I am waiting hard for the warm spring on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and for the lone wild geese returning after the ice and snow on the plateau melt.

No matter how hard it is to continue our relationship, we can’t go back to our past