The April rain sprinkled thinly on the blue waves, and the soft scent of grass revived the long-lasting sorrow. I held up my umbrella and strolled along the bluestone road again. My tears were misty in the sky, blurring the beauty's clothes. The clear tears fell silently, one drop after another. The sadness could not be exhausted, and the long separation and regret could not be exhausted. Thousands of years of companionship have become a thing of the past. If I lose my immortal bones, I will never be able to touch your face again...