The picking is done with curling ears, but the basket is not full. Alas, I am pregnant with someone, leaving him to travel around.
She raised her eyes, her face as pale as water. Gazing at a few plum trees bathed in the drizzle, they remained calm.
Her tactful and astonishing eyes still make people heartbroken even when they are sad.
The fire burned so hard that day and night were forgotten. It seems as if all the ups and downs and hardships in life are sinking into it, with nowhere to escape. The two countries are at war. This fire is filled with her passionate feelings. Once she falls in love with someone, she will never look back until death.
She sang "Curling Ear", like a white plum blossom, proud of the snow and frost.
Weeping sadly.
She faced the person she loved and said softly.
When heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you.