Love is like a gust of wind, causing ripples in the lake of the heart.
On that avenue covered with fallen leaves, he fell, and so did she, but what she wanted in her heart at that time was completely different from what she loved. The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, and so are my thoughts.
No one knows the taste of love, but they all long for it. So, can they do it?
The blue sky above and the yellow spring below fall, and both places are nowhere to be seen. My love, where are you?
My heart is as strong as gold, maybe we will meet in heaven and on earth. Will the next stop be happiness?