When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them; when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
Knowing that the body is always there and the love is always there, I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
There are joys and sorrows in life, I once said good to you,
Hold each other's hands and stay together until old age.
Now, that high platform is a hundred feet tall, and I look through the autumn water every day.
After a hundred years, he will return to the place where he originated.