He described a moon to you and gave you the fragrance of roses, but he did not give you the courage to tell it.
You gave him a plum blossom and a few poems, but you didn't give him the ability to understand.
So at that time, I was at a loss, at that time, I was dull, I blinked, and there was nothing in my hands.
Roses wither in the cold winter, plum blossoms do not burn in the midsummer.
Looking back, only the fragrance remains the same.
It is probably the product of inspiration under high pressure. I am happy when I torture myself, and I am even happier when I torture you (ಡωಡ)
Intention: scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.