How beautiful it is, that
I follow you this far, with only
The sound of syllables, metaphors, images
I feel your gazes, winks, smiles, hugs, kisses，
Your wiping off tears from my face
Across the sky, and clouds
One day, I will meet you, to
Touch your eyes, lips, cheeks, chest
Cuddle up in bed with you,
Talk about the thousand poems
We wrote to each other,
The stories behind each piece,
The supporting actors, always colorful
The antagonists, who have turned
A romantic movie into a Hollywood drama, certainly,
The Snow White, and the lovely Seven Dwarfs
Or, I may not meet with you after all
Still, how beautiful it is, my love
