The lights illuminate the wind in the four seasons, the moonlight bleaches the sea in the four seasons, waiting for a person who cannot wait for the four seasons.
––Xu Weidang
What is love? Love is surrender. Love is endless waiting. Love is a pot of boiling liquor. When it first enters the throat, it feels hot and stinging.
––Shu Zhiyan
I've been waiting for countless seasons, but I haven't seen you.
The vicissitudes of life have settled, love cannot sleep, my lover, I will stand here, no matter how many seasons
At sunset and dusk, on the seaward coast, under the sky, beside you
––Xu Weidang
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