"If you don't know lovesickness in your life, you will love lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness.
The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer. A wisp of lingering fragrance is here, what is the wanderer looking forward to? When will the syndrome come?
When the lamp is half dim, when the moon is half bright. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love."
This is my favorite word, but I know that no love can be described in one word.