When the moon is full, the princes howl at the heavenly wolf,
Unify the country and share the cool autumn.
Thousands of thoughts at leisure,
It is better to love each other and never forget each other.
He forgot the purest glory in his life, half dark and half bright.
She gave up the brightest star in her life, half cold and half warm.
In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers, we once waved goodbye so easily. Now that the years have returned, when the breeze blows, do we still have the garden full of tulips?
Due to the grievances between soldiers and horses, they once separated each other so resolutely. Now time flies, when the moonlit night comes back, do they still have the melancholy of missing each other?
Waiting is a season, parting is an accident, meeting is a pair, separation is hate.
What is love?
It is nothing more than a story about life, sunshine, clear water, or other things...