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P.S. The above link is the CV version, which I used as the basis for the translation. The below is the original:

It’s the scattering of flowers and spilling of snowflakes on a night in spring; it's the burning akin to the scorching of a moth by the firelight of a lamp…

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As I admire the scenery, night falls, carrying with it the dewdrops and dust of hardship [1, 2]. I boldly declare, "I mustn’t yearn for you." Plum blossoms descend, and I bear not to finish the droplets of wine in the cup, drunken instead on the fireworks spilling from the courtyard [3].

As the sudden realisation dawns, ten thousand butterflies flutter their wings, startled [4]. I stop strumming, yet the strings echo on lingeringly. The wine that has brewed goes by the name of ‘Deception’, and I share two cups with the mountains and the moon.

[chorus]

You are the blade placed stealthily against my throat. You are the pillow at the side of my bed, brimming with sweet sayings and soft sentiments. The man who is foolish beyond saving is not without a heart [5].

I love those lips of yours, once explored by a blade seeking to quench their thirst with blood; I love the short-lived kiss you’d given me, after the last red plum blossomed when the world turned the colour of frost. My affections differ from yours, dictated by neither rhyme nor reason.

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You’d arrived, borrowing the wisps of moonlight cascading on the vermillion gate. I’d believed you, when you’d said, “My yearning for you is earnest and pure”. Upon giving you the jade, I taste the fine fissures that remain. I am a man who savours the word ‘Affection’ only when the melancholy is killing me.

As the sudden realisation dawns, ten thousand butterflies flutter their wings, startled. I stop strumming, yet the strings echo on lingeringly. Closing the door by the name of ‘Indulgence’, I entrap myself together with the candlelight.

[chorus]

It’s the scattering of flowers and spilling of snowflakes on a night in spring; it's the burning akin to the scorching of a moth by the firelight of a lamp; it’s the indeterminate period of separation in life, or farewell in death——they mock me for strumming the strings in the evening pavilion as if to leave you vague hints, failing to ascertain the degree of truth in your affections. They mock me for lifting the wine cup inch by inch as I write, sinking to my demise at the hands of tenderness. I gather the moon that has fallen into your hair——to whom shall I gift it?

It’s the scattering of flowers and spilling of snowflakes on a night in spring; it's the burning akin to the scorching of a moth by the firelight of a lamp; it’s the indeterminate period of separation in life, or farewell in death.

Perhaps it isn’t that withered leaves have hurled themselves over my eyes. The snow melts, and it's spring again. Perhaps it isn’t that my dreams have gone on for so long that they’ve chilled the wine, which derives its intensity from the darkness of the shadow cast by the candlelight upon the person opposite me [7]. Perhaps it isn’t that no pulse runs through absurd affections.

I love those lips of yours, once explored by a blade seeking to quench their thirst with blood; I love the short-lived kiss you’d given me, after the last red plum blossomed when the world turned the colour of frost. My affections differ from yours, living only for a single instant.

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Translation notes:

Novel Updates:

"Shiyu, my heart is true for you.” These were the blatant words of passion that emerged from the Imperial Marshal‘s own lips. Yet, Chu Mingyun could not help the urge to pinch his own arm from within his sleeve. Su Shiyu’s gentle smile deepened suddenly in that instant. The Imperial Censor then narrowed his eyes all of a sudden, before a few gentle words escaped his lips. “Are you sick?” “Indeed I am, with lovesickness.” Chu Mingyun did not waver as he said this, and neither did his words, which he delivered without a moment’s hesitation. “Now, if you will excuse me,” Su Shiyu nodded politely before turning around to make his leave. — Thus began the story of two people: a person who only pretended to be a cut-sleeve (T/N: literary/euphemistic term meaning ‘homosexual’) at first, but really ended up becoming one, and the person who didn’t want to get involved with said cut-sleeve, yet became a cut-sleeve even earlier than him. This is a tale where sycophancy meets loyalty. Whenever two parties with clashing ideals cross paths, they tend to misuse each other. You have been warned—when the goal is no longer to kill ruthlessly, the goal then becomes to love deeply. Is the gentleman sick? Alas, there is no antidote for lovesickness. There are mountains and rivers in your eyes, and the very sight of them trumps all the evergreen existences that have passed me by. — In short: The top-ranking military official pretends to fall in love with the top-ranking civil official, his rival of all time. Shenanigans ensue, but so does love. Main CP – Evil, scheming gong (Chu Mingyun) x Gentle, scheming shou (Su Shiyu) – HE. Enemies to lovers. 1v1. Side CP 1 – Expressionlessly passionate Shadow Guard (Qin Zhao) x Cute and air-headed medical physician (Du Yue) Side CP 2 – Emperor (Li Yanzhen) x Brazen Jianghu Girl (Lu Qing)

Carrd:

Length: 89 chapters + 2 extras

Year: 2017

Genre: Drama, Historical, Romance, Shounen-ai