A pair of people from generation to generation,
The two places of struggle for education are eclipsed.
Love each other but not love each other,
For whom does heaven prefer spring?
You once said that for whom the wind moves, for whom the flowers bloom, for whom the rain hurts... That poetic and artistic style, an oil umbrella and a back figure have become eternity in the memory.
I still remember the surprise when I heard about reincarnation for the first time. Your figure playing the piano was like a fairy spirit that strayed into the mortal world. It was so otherworldly that it was daunting. From then on, my flute sound only sounded for you.
A thousand pieces of gold are easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find. If it were for you, what's the harm in giving up the world? In the mortal world, where I am pursuing fame and fortune, I don't care about anything, but the only thing I can't let go of is you.