I don't see the few spring breezes, but I can see the frequent arrival of autumn.
I don't believe in lovesickness, I don't know how to miss lovesickness, I don't dare to miss lovesickness.
But I complain about tenderness, but I hate love and hatred, but I hate knowing each other.
But I can say goodbye to you at this moment, and I don't want to miss you in life and death.