Model Love Letter

The winter snow — does it melt for you?

Watching from the upper floor, the mountains are dim, the moon is dim — do they grow dim because of you?

Then will spring still arrive on time, as it should...

The gaze you turn back with has scorched my eyes. I use it to look at flowers, and the flowers are in fog; I use it to look at the moon, and the moon is in water.

But... your beauty is a clear magnifying glass, focusing my gaze upon you. You go, and the gaze goes; the heart goes, and the moonlight goes.

I steer a small boat of time, sailing on the sea of longing. Your back is my beacon; I follow the direction of your heart, sailing into the depths of your soul. There I plant a brilliant rose for you. And then I wait, wait to share with you the season when the flower blooms, the bloom itself, the fragrance of the flower.

Will it be? The night is so deep; I fear I cannot find the far shore.

Is it the fate of this life, or the reluctance of days past?

Then, this life... how many years upon years of waiting by the door, waiting for that single moment of recognition after a thousand years? Or is it that the promise of those bygone days is destined to be repaid in this life? Or is it that one seemingly careless glance has condensed a thousand years of feeling...

I do not know. I only feel, in this life, an endless, unceasing牵挂.

In this life to have you — I ask for nothing else.

Do you know, outside the window, the dim yellow streetlight is like my gaze of longing — wanting to illuminate everything, yet unable to...

Looking at your bright fluorescent lamp, the thick blue curtain, and the perfectly refractive window glass...

I once grieved silently, lowering my voice to roar... and so on one snowy winter day, a crisp shattering sound stirred you from your still-curled-up dream.