Breaking the sorrow of separation, the wind shakes the green bamboo outside the screen window. After the people left, the sound of the flute stopped, and the person leaning against the building was alone. March dusk is full of eyes, and when you look up, you can see thousands of green mountains. But try sending a piece of paper to a book and read it from the beginning.
The word "love" is full of space; the meaning of "love", when will it be enough? A little bit of dripping down the lapel, full of tears. The fragrant grass does not distract travelers, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes. The most painful thing is that at dusk of the end of the moon, the wind is singing.
——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Man Jiang Hong·Breaking the Sorrow of Separation"
Intention: It is better to forget each other than to help each other.