Which man doesn't have a fragrance far away in his heart? Which girl doesn't want to be the only fragrance in her lover's heart?
She is like a pure mountain flower, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. He is like the uncertain mountain wind, sometimes wild and sometimes tender. She was waiting, waiting for his spring breeze-like tenderness to blow open her budding buds. However, once his violent wind passes over her trembling petals, it turns into a thousand-year sigh--perhaps, only the silent mountains and the endless flowing mountain streams can know the mysterious meaning of this sigh.