The beauty of the country is full of happiness, gratitude and sorrow, love, hate, anger and ignorance.
Traveling back in time to meet you the year before, was it a gift or a trick of fate.
If you and I are not both good and evil,
If there is no need for those scheming, conspiracy, contention, and betrayal.
Since you left me.
The jade-faced peach blossoms are so close to each other.
After many years, the green hills remain the same.