Qiyang---is a feeling, a kind of warmth bathed in the sun.
Every time I look back, there is a splendid scene in front of me
Every time I lower my head, a warm current fills my heart
Every time I raise my eyes, a bundle of warmth lingers around me
What made them reluctant to look back this time, lower their heads this time, and raise their eyes this time.
She said to him: "Whether you love me or not, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing."
He said to her: "Whether you follow me or not, my hand will always be in yours and I will never leave you."
His status, her love and hatred, his scruples, her cares, all of these are like dust in the air in front of that warmth - nothing will be left at the flick of a sleeve.
Now that we know each other, since we love each other, and since we cherish each other, what makes you separate again and again. . . Her persistence? His pride? Or maybe they cherish each other too much and don't have the courage to accept that warmth. . .