嗓音里的故事 :
Song Title: Don’t Wait for Next Year, Don’t Wait for the Next Life
Flowers by the wall
Fall over the dusk-lit edge of the stairs.
The honeybee, gathering nectar,
Kisses the last sweet petal goodbye.
It tells the flower, “Goodbye must wait till next year.”
The wind blows softly and scatters that vow.
We are always pressing forward, dusty and worn,
Busy chasing those hollow halos,
Forgetting the warm smiling faces beside us,
Forgetting how brief the spring light before our eyes.
Don’t wait for next year, don’t wait for the next life.
Flowers bloom again, but people never meet again.
Miss the bloom, and you can still wait for spring’s breeze;
Miss the person, and they’re gone without a trace.
Don’t wait for next year, don’t wait for the next life.
The one you long to see—go embrace them now.
The deepest pain is not that time flies too fast,
But that when you turn back, no one is left by your side.
2026-09-21 11:39:41