I once heard someone say,
The word romantic,
It can be explained like this:
The wind just lingers in silence as if it were first seen,
Flowers are like drunken April in the world leaning on moss,
Snow is soaked in the world of mortals, and its fate is divided into two parts.
The moon is cloudy, sunny, waxing and waning, only its shadow is always there.
I use everything I have in exchange for everything you have,
Will you use everything you have in exchange for everything I have?