The quiet girl and her sister are waiting for me in the corner of the city.
The whole "Poetry" contains only this sentence.
The most beautiful thing in the world is waiting for you.
Where I lean against the railing, there is only the mist of rain.
The annals of history are mottled, but they always refuse to give infatuation a place.
The most painful thing in the world is still waiting for you.
Waiting for youth, waiting for Hua Shao, waiting for brows, waiting for willow shoots, waiting for Populus euphratica, waiting for long pavilions and short bridges.
One looked down on Nan Jiangyue, and the other looked down on Bei Gongqiu.
Wait for a night before listening to that flute music.
Wait for the green shirt to be worn, and then hold up the purple skirt.
Wait for a strand of soft silk, and then tie it with that piece of pure jade.
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In the world, there will be no more Emperor Xizong and no Princess An Ning.
Wait until your whisper in my ear flows out of my memory like water.
Ah Gan, Ah Shu...