I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree -- the herald（先驱） of spring, ushering in the dawn...

I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure（蔚蓝的） and immense...  

I like the subtle wind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses my face; in summer, it brings in cool sweet smell; in winter, it carries a crisp chilliness...

I like the subtle taste of tea that last long after a sip. 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 longings far beyond.

I like the subtle longing for a friend, when I sink deeply in a couch, mind wandering in memories of the past...

Love should also be subtle, without enslaving（束缚） 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.