On the riverbank sandbar, you walk ahead while he follows behind... The water is crystal clear, sunlight dancing upon it, reflecting countless smiling faces. Beneath a blooming peach tree by the shore, you turn and say, "Look, the human face and peach blossoms mirror each other in crimson." Ah, your smile is truly beautiful, so very beautiful.
You said that among all the poetry, your favorite line was "The human face and peach blossoms reflect each other in crimson." My dear, do you know how agonizing it is when the human face vanishes without a trace...?
You said you had to leave, that you'd never have time to see the peach blossoms again.You said he still owed you one phrase. He'd spoken so many sweet words to you, yet one "I love you" remained unsaid. What else could he say? You had so many reasons you had to leave. Even ten thousand "I love you"s would only add to the sorrow...
Since your departure, he dreams of you night after night—still by the river, still beneath the peach blossoms. You still recite that line: "The human face and peach blossoms reflect each other in crimson."
Since your departure, he has planted peach trees all along the riverbank, hoping one day you'll return to reflect with them in crimson...