The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart.
The rivers and lakes, the generations, the bloody storms, the love and hatred, are nothing more than the friendship between gentlemen as light as water, the endless love of flesh and blood, and the inextricable bonds of lovesickness.
"You are the phoenix in the sky, and I am just a pheasant on the edge of the field. We are in the sky and on the earth. How can we be worthy of being together..."
"I just love you, the pheasant in the field. Let's stroll along the Long River or by the river. It's no big deal if we soar into the sky."
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