I was born before you were born, and when you were born, I was already old.
I resent that you were born so late, and you resent that I was born so early.
I blame time for not waiting for you, and fate for not blessing me.
I resent that we didn't meet when we were the same age,
and that my heart has always held so many barriers.
Fortunately, fortunately!
You don't resent me, and I don't resent you.
With our hearts joined, why grieve over spring?
When he was born, she was still a peerless beauty. He received a treasure when he was little, never knowing it had been made from a strand of her hair. He had never seen her, yet he was already deeply fond of her.
When she first saw him, she thought he was breathtaking. Even as a little child, he was so handsome he could steal anyone's soul. Every frown and smile, every gesture and movement, was graceful and charming. He was polite and well-mannered. She wondered which kind family's child he was and couldn't help taking a few extra looks. Little did she know that those few glances would make her fall in love.
