If the spring of life comes again,
The ancient ice is thawing loudly,
Then I will see the bright smile again,
Hear the call of clarity again - these distant dreams.
These good things will never disappear,
Because all good things exist forever,
They just freeze like ice,
And one day it will bloom again like a flower.
——Dai Wangshu's "Occasionally"
Intention: Good love comes late but arrives.