Chapter 65 to my eldest sister

When I go, there are still unfinished words, Like the tea left in the cup after the guest left; While talking, the opportunity to drink together has been missed, The host and guest are sad, but there is no need to regret it. If a little sentimental, you turn your face out of the window, When the setting sun is about to end, there is always a sunset glow in the western sky. All little nostalgia is not a sin, It is also normal to have unfinished songs. You forgive me for having a bunch of mental dodges, Admitted at dusk, denied until dawn; Some things I haven't said yet, The understanding of others comes from intuitive understanding.

When I go, there are still unfinished words, Like time suspended in the air after a clock has struck, You have reason to wait for a better continuation; You have reason to be afraid of sudden termination. But forgive me, my words can never be complete, Emotional contradictions from ancient times to the present have made hoarseness.