One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, and the water is cold. I miss the red maple leaves.
The chrysanthemum blooms, the chrysanthemum dies. The flying geese have not yet returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.
------ Sauvignon Blanc·Yichhongshan (Li Yu)
When I first met you, I thought you would become good friends with me: When I lost my temper with you for the first time, I thought you would tolerate all my shortcomings: When I told you that I liked you for the first time, I thought you would respond the way I thought you would: When I lied to you for the first time, I thought you would know that I just wanted to prove my importance to you.
But everything shows that these are just my thoughts. Fortunately, in the old days, you are still here...