Silently, as the morning dew falls,
I close my eyes, listening, feeling.
The horizon looked far too bleak,
As though the sun had lost its hue.
The tempting smell of the sweet flowers
Had lost its once enticing impression;
Even the qingxin upon the mountaintops
Now looks far lonelier in its solitude.
Tell me, what is a cor lapis without its element?
What is a jueyun chili without its spice?
What is a glaze lily without its fluorescence?
What am I then who is without you?
Has my effort reached you before your time?
Perhaps only the gentle wind
Traveling over the field of sweet flowers
Could hand me the answer.
Answering your call from milleniums past,
I keep to my duties to this day,
Wishing only to keep by your standards,
With each and every breath I draw.
I had not the most perfect opportunity
To present myself to you in the utmost yet,
But it seems the time has now passed,
In silence, so also the clouds came and went.
Perchance again in another life,
I would have walked alongside you again,
Never failing in serving my duties to you,
As the sweet rain is to the mountains.
Tell me, what then must I do now?
Quietly then I shall keep to my charge,
Let me embrace this duty-bound life
As I continue to keep you within my heart.