How many things can only be understood after they happen;
How many feelings have to be missed before looking back;
How much love passes by, how much hate gradually fades away;
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time
Pear blossoms are pale white and willows are dark green
Catkins fly and flowers fill the city,
Melancholy, a branch of snow in the east column
How clearly you can see life.
There are only two kinds of regrets in the world, one is not getting what you want, the other is getting and then losing.