Hu Xi (呼吸)

Breathe, breathe, there is no air without you.

The night does not blur my own self; being apart from you makes me more clear-headed.

I breathe gently, breathing this cold air.

Yesterday drifted away in tears; I once had tenderness, and I will remember you.

In the photos, the warmth of that day still remains.

My palm still holds a faint happiness.

That happiness is so clear, it makes the present loneliness stand out.

I cannot have everything; I only possess memories. Is it suffering or a gift?

Breathe, I need a little more air.

Longing almost suffocates; I am immersed in the silent, dark depths of the sea.

I cannot breathe; I need a little more courage.

After all, true feelings are hard to forget; I become more familiar with loneliness.

Saying goodbye is so easy; how long will it take to fill this emptiness?

The bitterness of parting, sweetened by memories, still exists.

I slowly breathe, breathing this cold air.

Yesterday drifted away in tears; I once had tenderness, and I will remember you.

I walked out of this fog; the sunlight still has warmth.

Every parting was hasty at the time; distance makes one understand.

Breathe, I need a little more air.

Longing almost suffocates; I am immersed in the silent, dark depths of the sea.

Saying goodbye is so easy; how long will it take to fill this emptiness?

The bitterness of parting, sweetened by memories, still exists.

I slowly breathe, breathing air without you.

The night does not blur my own self; being apart from you makes me more clear-headed.

I breathe gently, breathing this cold air.

Yesterday drifted away in tears; I once had tenderness, looking back at the wind and rain.

Surprisingly, a smile is the expression I think of the most.