Peach Blossom Promise #ClassicalDance #LongFan #G.E.M. #ChineseDance

First meeting, tender and lingering, vows made, wind blows, clouds drift and roll.

Through the years, I ask, what year is this again?

Our hearts are in tune, I wish, my obsession will endure through countless reincarnations.

In the blink of an eye, how many times have the flowers bloomed and faded?

This life's entanglements and knots have touched my heartstrings.

In the next life, I wonder if we can meet again?

Leaving a peach blossom as a memento, to end this fleeting fate.

In my eyes, there is still my longing.

An inch of soil, a year of wood, a flower, a tree, a greedy desire.

Love is a seed, but it blooms on the wrong path.

Forget the road ahead, forget the old things, forget my heart, forget you, forget the beginning.

Scattered petals remain on the road of loving you.

A devout wish, the road to the next life, a single thought of peach blossoms, a karmic journey.

That one thought, several verses of time repeating.
Listening to the rain, gazing at the lake, the world is so small, love is hard to express.

Scattered memories remain on the road of loving you.