I have traveled across heaven and earth, vaguely remembering the tearful words I left behind back then. Flowers have bloomed all over the road in front of Sansheng Road and in front of Sansheng Stone. Why can't you see your face?
Now that you have entered the gate of lovesickness, how can you not know the pain of lovesickness? Long lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short lovesickness brings endless longing. If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place?