But you never came back. Do you know that my gorgeous branches have become increasingly bare, covered with moss, and are as lonely as a cold moon in the sky; do you know that my tough trunk has been infiltrated by termites, gnawing at my old heart day after day?
Do you know that my delicate roots are drying up day by day, precisely because of the barrenness of this land, which does not have enough nutrients to absorb;
Did you know...
Do you know that I am getting old, and I am afraid that I will never be able to wait for the day to see you again...
The beauty is heartbroken, where can I find lovesickness, and my heart is full of sorrow.
The pear blossoms are old and the pear blossoms are broken!
Conception: