You are the joy and sorrow in the painting
Seeing each other for the first time in a thousand years
You are the silent first snow of winter
Melt into my warm fingertips
I took advantage of the lights in all the houses to go out
Know the original boundaries of life
You love the red leaves beside the evening pavilion
Poems transformed through the ages
Mission: Priceless treasures are easy to obtain, but lovers are rare