The Precept And The Web (Metaphor For The Two) | BLACK MYTH: WUKONG

Man: Adrift and alone like a leaf, half a lifetime across mountains and seas Woman: Scattered into two realms like Heaven and Earth, how heartbreaking the parting is Man: Expected to be lovebirds staying together, and ask for nothing more Woman: Wait till the hair turn white just for nothing Man: Clear spring is reflecting my heart Woman: Remorse till you come back Man: Why it is always hard to last when people are heart-to-heart Woman: Clear sky is always after the storm Man: Knowing how distressed I am Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something Man: Can we hold our hands and grow old together Woman: Come and hold my hand Man: Why we have not met earlier, deep love but won’t last Woman: Don’t care if this is a lie or not, the flower falls and the (water) stream continues Man: Knowing how distressed I am Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something Chorus: Wait until everything sweep in the west wind, crumble to dust Man: Wear out shoes searching across the galaxy, still can’t find the beauty Woman: Search across the palace, still don’t see the beloved half Man: How many things on the mind at one rainy night, reluctantly talking about grief under the moon Woman: How dare to endure the red bean (lovesick) Man: Don’t ask what time the mission will be achieved, just drink (wine) Woman: And no one is willing to turn back Man: Though we get along, how can we stay forever Woman: If the drunk woke up, will realize love is not free (freedom) Man: Knowing how distressed I am Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something Man: The world is not like a hill Woman: Green of the hill is not like the clearness of water Man: Why we have not met earlier, deep love but won’t last Woman: Don’t care if this is a lie or not, the flower falls and the (water) stream continues Man: Knowing how distressed I am Woman: Yet don’t understand, said I am seeking for something Chorus: Wait until everything sweep in the west wind, crumble to dust Man: Waiting alone on the bridge while wind keep blowing through my sleeve Woman: The Gate has not changed, same as last year Chorus: Keep the night light for you, will you be back ?