It's not like young people meet again after a long separation. Holding a cup to persuade each other, don't stop each other.
Time has been recorded on my forehead, and there are thousands of words that I cannot bear to talk about.
The drizzle slants to welcome spring again, and the delicate sounds of orioles and swallows can be heard.
The misty clouds and smoke open the picture, and the person in front of you is the person you like.
※From Yu Tinglin's "Ten Poems of Feelings"
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