Great Song Share - In the Palm of My Hand

I drink it all down, the phantom of love, hate, desire, and obsession I toast you, a clean, clear dawn in one gulp At the South Pole, I long for your North Star I wait for you, believing our hearts will connect You are destiny, you are the clatter of hooves Rolling through my mortal world, I desperately search through ice and snow An inch of time, an inch of heart A moonflower, a cloud A snowflake, a dream, all held in the palm of my hand A speck of dust, a Bodhi A shooting star, you With all my heart, held in the palm of my hand Seven lifetimes of love is just a mythical mirror The seventh Qixi festival, I have to wait another century You are heaven and earth, you are wind and rain, you are clear skies You are gentle rebellion, reversing my four seasons An inch of time, an inch of heart A moonflower, a cloud A snowflake, a dream, all held in the palm of my hand A speck of dust, a Bodhi A shooting star, you With all my heart, held in the palm of my hand But the tighter I hold, the more greedy I become with love Only when my heart is pierced by ten thousand arrows will I give up My left hand holds an empty heart, my right hand holds a devoted heart Ten fingers tightly grip a sutra, engraving a painful heart into my bones Can I refuse to accept this? Can I refuse to resign myself to fate? If I could, I'd trade myself for you