A love that cuts to the heart is what I want, but you cannot give it to me. A love that flows gently over time is what you cannot give, so I want no part of it.
The actors take the stage in full costume. The wine runs dry and the lamps burn out. A beautiful day and lovely scenery, falling blossoms on flowing water.
A love that cuts to the heart belongs best in a play: the sweetness lasts a few hours, and so does the bitterness.
A love that flows gently over time brings no regrets, only a few lingering sorrows.
Fate is fate, even ill-fated love is still fate.
When the spring grass turns green next year, without this person, who will I have to return to?
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