Fate always plays tricks on people like this.
They were childhood sweethearts and he protected her.
She worked hard for him and traveled around the world.
He had no face to see her, but he didn't know that she lived such a hard life.
Heartache, sadness.
I lie down in white clothes during the New Year, and my white door is sparse.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead-foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and there are still vague dreams in the remaining sky.
How can the jade clang and seals be reached? A wild goose flies in the clouds thousands of miles away.
－Chun Yu Li Shangyin