hóng chén zhōng huǐ yù dé shī rú hé qù liáng (In this world, the good and evil done, how does one remember?)
Wei Ying's eyes go wide and startled, and color begins to rise in his cheeks. Lan Wangji can feel his own expression softening as he watches, and as he continues to sing, laying his heart open in front of the other man.
...yòu wén qín xiǎng chén qíng wèi jué...
(...the qin sounds once again Echoes, feelings yet to disappear...)
It had taken years, for him to settle on the final version. Years, thinking of Wei Ying's smile and laughter, his untamed spirit and unblighted heart, trying to capture the memory of it all in words.
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(In this world, the good and evil done, how does one remember?)
Wei Ying's eyes go wide and startled, and color begins to rise in his cheeks. Lan Wangji can feel his own expression softening as he watches, and as he continues to sing, laying his heart open in front of the other man.
...yòu wén qín xiǎng
chén qíng wèi jué...
(...the qin sounds once again
Echoes, feelings yet to disappear...)
It had taken years, for him to settle on the final version. Years, thinking of Wei Ying's smile and laughter, his untamed spirit and unblighted heart, trying to capture the memory of it all in words.