Dogs bark on the roadside and savages return,
Very suitable for living on the streets.
Labor and swallows fly apart and people shed tears,
A pot of turbid wine is empty and sad.
What kind of experience caused the protagonist to recite such a poem when he was heartbroken, despairing, drunk and dreaming? The cruel reality is an invisible mountain that lies between them. They cannot cross it and cannot cross it...
This is an era of ignorance. How many people can understand that love must be spoken out loud, how can it be kept in the heart and let people guess...
Is it fate?
Or is it a man-made debt?
Is the lover you have been waiting for still there?
Calm down and listen to what the book says...