A pair of people from generation to generation, fighting for education and losing their souls in two places.
If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring in the sky?
It's easy to beg for blood from the blue bridge, but it's hard to run across the blue sea for medicine.
If you visit me and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty.
If I hadn't written you into my soul, how would I have known that there was still such a person in the world. He once gave me love as gorgeous as cherry blossoms, and he also gave me pain as poisonous as doves. If there is an afterlife, I will meet that incomparable man. The man who promised to live forever in the flower-falling season. . . . . . . . .