"The mountain has trees, and the trees have branches. I love you, but you don't know."
In the springtime of their youth, at school,
he was the light she had pinned all her hopes on.
And she was the secret he kept buried deep in his heart.
Burning with love, she wrote him letter after letter, each one sincere and full of feeling.
Yet those heartfelt letters seemed to fall into an endless darkness, never receiving the slightest reply.
As she waited and hoped, her heart slowly broke.
"I gave my heart to the bright moon, but the moonlight fell into a ditch."
Believing her love was nothing but hopeless unrequited affection, she grew disillusioned and turned to someone else for comfort.
She tried to find a little solace in that unfamiliar warmth, unaware that it would bring her even deeper pain and sorrow.
Meanwhile, he silently endured the torment of a terminal illness.
"Though my waist grows thin, I have no regrets. For her, I grow haggard."
Each sleepless night, beneath the cold moonlight, he read her letters, soaking his clothes with tears as he wrote his replies, one word at a time.
But the cruelty of fate kept him from sending her the love he had written down.
The terminal illness was a merciless demon, devouring his strength and hope bit by bit.
"It is hard to meet, and harder still to part. The east wind is powerless, and all the flowers fade."
He knew he could never give her a beautiful future, so he could only bury his love deep in his heart.
When the truth finally came to light, the old box filled with her letters and his unsent replies became the final chapter of their love.
Her love unreturned and his helplessness turned what had once been a beautiful romance into endless regret and tears, a heartbreaking tragedy.
Theme: True love and sacrifice.
