#愛他幾乎是本能，想抓住他恍如水中撈月，想象中得光明美��只會支離破碎，在手指縫隙中流逝

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Li Xiangyi is the sun, Li Lianhua is the moon, but have you ever considered:

There’s not much difference between the sun and the moon, really, not in the end. The sun might be brighter, it might be more magnetic and all consuming and eye catching, so that you can’t help but stare at it even as its light blinds you, the moon might be paler and more damaged, it might be dimmer and easier to stare at for ages, but they’re both the same, in the end. They’re both beautiful yet so so distant, hanging in the sky more precious than any jewel you could want, but they’re unreachable, you could leap into the sky, you could throw yourself into the sea just to catch its mirage, but you’ll never touch them. That’s okay though, because even as you plummet from the sky or sink into the depths of the ocean, you can derive comfort from the way their light caressed you for an instant. And that makes it all worth it, doesn't it?

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愛他幾乎是本能，想抓住他恍如水中撈月，想象中得光明美好只會支離破碎，在手指縫隙中流逝。但是你曾在手中握過一刻的光，哪怕只是一瞬間，但也是目睹了，驚鴻一瞥，亂我心神，刻骨銘心。畢竟，能碰到他一時，就算只是一個幻想，也算是完夢了吧?

(Loving him was innate, yet trying to hold on to him was as futile as capturing the moon by dipping your hands in the water that contains its reflection, the imagined beauty and light fragmenting and dissipating, slipping through your fingers. And yet once, you held that light in your hands, even if it was just an instant, but you witnessed that light, stunning, mesmerising, scattering your thoughts, yet engraving itself into your memory, your bones, your heart. After all, being able to touch him for a moment, even if it was just a delusion, counts as fulfilling your life's wish, right?)

真悲傷啊。不能白頭皆老，不能長相厮守，連自欺欺人的權利都沒有。

(It's such a tragedy. Being unable to grow old and gray together, unable to accompany and watch over each other to the end, with even the freedom of self delusion stripped away.)