She said that the cool breeze, dusk rain, bright moon and white dew are both indispensable.
She said that gains and losses of love, hate, and infatuation are nothing compared to a wisp of breeze at the fingertips.
She said that in such a big world, she had long been alone.
She said that it turned out that love, romance, and romance had never had anything to do with her.
She said that it turned out that she couldn't ask for it, and it just gave her endless sadness.