When we meet each other, God makes us happy, but our eyes are filled with tears and we are drunk on the lotus.
When love is broken, the ink will be broken, and the pity for the brocade will be broken into pieces.
It's hard to know each other and look at each other, but it's hard to miss each other. Falling stars are flying to relieve thousands of sorrows.
Love only means love without hurt, but it means forgetting each other and encountering dilemmas.