Written on December 30th, 2025
It was a happy day, filled with
roses, Champaign, vows and songs
back in the yesteryear.
Every year on This Day,
hand in hand, we versed the scene into beautiful lines.
Between now and then, as we were weaving our 38th,
youth faded into gray, and you set the sail,
crossing over to the other shore.
Assiduously I carve each of these lines into the twilight sky.
Now This Day becomes shore and seas of nightingale.
It is an exaltation, dream, and remembrance
merged into the ultimate love in melodic cadence -
致今日
那是一个幸福的日子，盛满了
玫瑰、香槟、誓言与歌声
回首望去那是往昔的定格。
每一年的今天，
我们手把手，将这景象化成美丽的诗行。
在这段年华里，正当我们编织起我们的第38行，
青春的色彩已经褪化成灰白，你扬起了风帆，
渡向彼岸。
我呕心沥血将这一行行刻入暮色空茫。
如今这一天已经成为夜莺之岸与海。
那是升华、梦幻和记忆
以尾音间断的旋律瀑布融汇成终极之爱。
