West Sea's Chivalrous Tenderness -- Ink-Wash Huangshan in the Huangshan Journey

As if the curtain has just fallen,

Waiting is an eternal hope.

A clear breeze brushes the face,

Bringing the fragrance of autumn.

Carrying fine drizzles,

Washing away the city's noise and confusion.

The green mountains blur in the distance,

In the air freezes a timeless space.

Thousands of ravines lie before me yet unseen,

Wind drives the clouds, rushing and colliding in the West Sea's valley,

Driving a herd of gentle sheep.

How long has it been since I saw such a scene?

How long has it been since I witnessed such a sight?

Beating on the rocks,

Lost in the chivalrous tenderness of West Sea.

The elegance of clouds, the softness of mist,

The majesty of the towering peaks.

In the grand canyon of West Sea,

The ancient pines stand tall in the wind,

Showing strength as they dance with the breeze.

That wind, those clouds, that mist, those pines,

They form the most magnificent movement in the symphony.

The wind clears, the clouds thin,

Before my eyes only the serene and open valley.

Why do I still hear the mountain wind echoing in my ears?

Because of cold, I yearn for warmth,

Because of darkness, I yearn for sunlight,

Because I cannot be by your side, I watch from afar...