“Ai Shang” — An English translation of a Chinese song.

As dusk descends, I watch the fading sun,
And suddenly, your face comes back to mind.
Though looking back brings nothing but sorrow,
I still sigh for the beautiful days we left behind.

The night grows deep, the stars fall into my eyes,
I gather fragments of a tender light.
A gentle breeze sets the candle dancing,
While I dance alone, unseen, throughout the night.
Petals drift away upon the wind.

I'll keep our memories somewhere deep inside,
And weave them into dreams of a gentler kind.
Perhaps these fantasies will only hurt me more,
But what is wrong with pretending to be fine
When there's no one left to share this joy?

You once were the border of my world,
The shield that kept my sorrows far away.
Now autumn winds blow, and old friends disappear,
Exiled by love, I wander through my tears.

Ah... Ah...

I loosen my silken robes, hide my tears behind a smile.
I wait for you in your armor, to face the storms of time.
The past keeps flowing, no matter how I try to hold it back.
I'll draw my sword and take to the skies,
Perhaps I'll fly beyond this sorrow.

As dusk descends, I watch the fading sun,
While stars and rivers flow beneath the endless night.
The sky is clear, the world is beautiful,
But what is beauty worth without you by my side?
What good is reaching heaven above
When you're no longer here?

Ships drift past empty harbors,
And I learn to make a home of loneliness.
Frost settles upon the open fields,
As tears fall silently from my eyes.

Ah... Who was it that made my sun fall from the sky?
It was your face...
The one that carried all my light away.

I set my sails and journey far,
Yet cannot outrun the fear within my heart.
No matter how far love casts me away,
I cannot escape this desolate world.

Ah... I'll dive into an ocean of memories,
Searching for the face I used to know.
Ah... For you alone were my heaven,
And you alone remain my heaven.


My Favourite Lines:
missing you → your face comes back to mind
loneliness → I have no one left to share this joy
I cannot let go → The past keeps flowing, no matter how I try to hold it back