You are like the drizzle in March, lingering like silk. It flew into the lapel of clothes, but it was still cold to the bone.
I am like the white snow in early spring, even if it is falling in the cold, it will eventually melt and fly away under the warm sun...
Recalling the first meeting under the pearl of the imperial palace, I didn't expect that the sorrow, resentment and entanglement had already been forged.