Green, green is your collar;
longing, longing fills my heart.
It is for your sake
that I have pondered until this day.
... ...
Kind as water, with the world in your heart, your love knows no bounds.
I came to know him, came to know him, him, him.
Who is that one?
In Zili Grove, fine pear and nanmu trees bloom and drift on the breeze.
They say
those blossoms never fall away for all eternity,
like white plum blossoms against the winter snow.
A green shadow suddenly appeared
and said:
Green, green is your collar;
longing, longing fills my heart.
It is for your sake
that I have pondered until this day.
... ...
The writing is okay, but not as easy to read and write as it should be. I like their names, and Master. The copy looks a bit sad. . . . . .
Don't be lazy, work harder.