The Clear Beads Are as Joyful as Glaze, and the Thoughts That Enter the Marrow Cannot Be Lost.

I miss you day by day and miss you, but I don't see you until later. My daughter's tears are not touched by the hurt of love. Just like my first dream, my heart has returned. I look at the red lacquer door in my skirt, waiting for your shadow. My heart has already returned when I look at the red lacquer door in my skirt. It's a pity that I miss you in one glance.