People are lonely and their palms are cold. How many memories are recounted by columns. Like spring, it is beautiful but also lonely. Looking at the colorful purples and reds, the fragrance is everywhere, making people cry. He murmured: "I have a pair of teardrops, but I know you can't wear them." If you can't get them, you have to give them up. Only by giving up can you get them. But how can those drops of tears express loneliness...