Red beans grow in the southern country, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches. I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing. It was originally a sentence. . . . . . Lovesickness. A pair of people for life, competing for two ecstasies. If we miss each other but don't see each other, who will be the spring? Life is like this, life is floating on the ground, how can we meet each other and fall in love with each other? Love is shallow! Flowers bloom and fall after a season, but under the unchanged appearance, is there still a heart that has not changed? The deep love is like a rain of fireworks, and in the end it disappears. The love was so deep when we first met, but when we saw each other again, there was only a drop of heartbroken tears. A smile of sadness and forgetfulness. Passing by, looking back, I have never seen you before, but I am with you when you come...