The stars are shining brightly, composing a book of true feelings.
The stream ding-dong sings a tune of love and hatred.
The wind is biting and biting, reciting an eternal tragedy.
It lingers for thousands of years, telling the inseparable fate, hate and love.
Irreparable mistakes, unwavering true love, inadvertently, quietly change.
A happy life, in the end, there is only one tragic song.
What belongs to me is still the familiar time and space.
What is happiness?