I cover the world with my handbag, but I can't count on your heart. Looking around in loneliness can only increase the desolation in my heart. I look up at the pairs of magpies in the sky and look at the mandarin ducks in the pond. Where am I in your heart? No matter how long it is, it can't be obsession, no matter how short it is, it can't be fickle. Your heart is really changeable.