April is a cruel month.
I cannot pluck the lilacs of sorrow,
I can only wait for the sunshine on the peach blossom surface.
I miss that girl with fragrance.
She is my sweet happiness and unforgettable sadness.
I met her and she was my dream at night.
When he met me, I was her morning dew.
Everything comes as if it were a lifetime ago and disappears like a phantom.
I am an old son of Chang'an, and she is the Huan Sha girl by the stream.
When everything is worth remembering, I understand a truth:
When a person loves so much that he is crazy, drunk, or can't help himself, then he hates.