I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree--the herald1 of spring, ushering2 in the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure3(蔚蓝的) and immense...
I like the subtle wind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses4 my face; in summer, it brings in cool sweet smell; in winter, it carries a crisp chilliness5...
I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip6. The subtle bitter is what it is meant to be...
I like the subtle friendship that does not hold people together. In stead, an occasional greeting spreads our longings7 far beyond...
I like the subtle longing8 for a friend, when I sink deeply in a couch, mind wandering(心不在焉) in memories of the past...
Love should also be subtle, without enslaving the ones fallen into her arms. Not a bit less nor a bit more...
Subtle friendship is true; subtle greetings are enough; subtle love is tender; subtle longing is deep; subtle wishes come from the bottom of your heart...