They met in Xitang in summer,
They met in the blooming season,
Why is one of them secretly miserable and the other secretly hesitant?
Why did one of them wave and leave, while the other was filled with sorrow?
When friendship and love finally become a wisp of sadness on the banks of Jiangnan Lake
When the lanterns come on, the years that are half tender and half sad are buried.
Looking back on the past, let me ask, are the flowers blooming well or still blooming?
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