You Don't Know

You don't know that I personally tasted all the tea, rice and wine in the mountains and fields; You don't know, but the thick stitches of the coarse robe are indeed hidden in the threads of my concubine's heart; You don't know, but the setting sun shines over the cliff, reflecting the melancholy shadow of my concubine in the sky; You don't know, the peach blossoms shed their petals and shed tears, and the bitter wine becomes fragrant; You don't know that although falling in love with you is a thousand hardships, I am willing to be hurt alone. There are trees on the mountain, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. You don't know…