The breeze breaks through the dawn, and the red leaves are falling; who can dance with them and cross the floating clouds together; the silence of summer cannot be retained by autumn, but the mania of autumn needs the comfort of winter. The four seasons change naturally, life still goes on; emotions still remain, time can wash away the ups and downs of the years, but it cannot destroy the carvings of the years; parting can end something in the past, but it cannot cut off the inextricable feelings. When love has become something of the past, will everything that is flashy still remain? The beauty of first love makes people yearn for it, and the memory of first love is deep and profound. How many people regard it as a kind of belief, and how many people will spend their years waiting for it. Why do lovers in the world have to go through all kinds of hardships? Why are there so many good men and women in the world and so many mistakes? There are so many worries in the world of mortals. How can a crazy man and a resentful woman relieve his worries? It is better to pour them into the spring river and let the sorrow of separation disappear thousands of miles away.