You cupped your hands and parted with a smile, just like the trembling rain when we first met
I send you the breeze and white pear in the world of mortals
You rolled up your sleeves and picked up your pen again, writing my three-month wish list.
Until the whole city is full of wind and rain, you will know that it will never happen
But in my lifetime I regret your useless move
A wisp of breeze is buried in the dancing peach blossoms