Sometimes I think that love is in my heart, but it is far away. When I want to chase it, I can't catch it. When I give up, it comes back to my heart. What is constant is lovesickness, and what cannot be erased is the sorrow of separation!
There is summer every year, but there are several seven years in a lifetime
That summer love was like sunshine
Ruhonglian
Like industry fire
I can't help but think of (Ranagi Kagawa's "Red Lotus":
Outside the long bridge, the young duck looks alone at the mountain-colored buildings and railings, and the beautiful woman is on the lotus boat.
Waiting for the setting sun to return in the evening, only to realize that the lotus flowers are too gloomy. )
I just think in my heart, even if the flowers are beautiful, the people are more beautiful than the flowers!