Even though the beautiful scenery in the mountains is nostalgic for me, I just wanted to keep you, so I gave it up for you.
Then, you regretted it and complained. As soon as I leave, I forget all the people and mountains. I miss my loved ones in the rain and wish them a happy meal.
I am like a green mountain with jade bones, but you are like drifting clouds scattered across the three rivers.
Then teach me how to wear red camellia leaves with you.
Don't talk about the cool rain anymore, we have never shared the chaff.
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