Once we say goodbye, the old years are long, and we go east and west.
The water cannot be collected, but the friendship is unforgettable, and the garden is filled with old hibiscus.
I don't see you, but my love has not yet faded, and now it has become a piece of grass.
Reminiscing about the past dynasties, when the clear moon filled the building, there was also a beautiful spring.
Conception: