There are many Chinese translations of Shakespeare's poems. My favorite is this one:
"Whose long summer will never wither?"
Then I remembered the sentence in the poem:
Shall I compare thy eyes to the summer's day?
What kind of affection would compare those eyes to the bright and gorgeous passion of summer?
Then I remembered again that there is a sentence in an ancient poem:
Missing you is like wandering the snow, wandering around without any reason.
Probably love is inseparable from these emotions.
It was the first time I tried to write about an ordinary love story in prose style, and it was really a bit scary.
Conception: