Express one's feelings
The sedan fell deep into the courtyard, the curtains were rolled up, whispers were heard, and the slender feet and feathered clothes were swaying and dancing gracefully.
When I look back, the building is empty after people leave, and the deep affection back and forth cannot be overcome, and there are thousands of sorrows about separation.
The lonely sycamore tree, the lovesickness of red beans, the longing for half a year, the sadness for ten years.
Telling your true feelings is a song for you. No one knows who you can tell your feelings to. There are thousands of knots in love.