It may not be Qu Yuan who jumped into the river, it may not be Beethoven who is deaf, it may not be Van Gogh who loses his ear, and I may not be Juliet who is heartbroken, and there may not be Liang Shanbo who is infatuated with me.
A misty rain shower and a cold wind blew up a few strands of hair on the temples. My body was cold and my heart was even colder.
Mo Li, you hold an umbrella for her, she flatters you, you hold her slender waist, she straddles your arm, talking and laughing, she is so happy. You like girls with light makeup, but she wears heavy makeup. Dear prince, forgive me for leaving, that is your life, but I have no strength to participate.
I wish you happiness, because if you are well, it will be sunny.