The rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers stir up the spring scenery of the mountain. ——Qin Guan
Who is kissing my forehead? Who is brushing away the sorrow from my brow? Who is like a lover who lingers around my legs for a long time, and whose pain prevents me from sleeping clearly?
"I think the flowers are blooming beautifully this year. Do you want to accompany me to see them?"
Intention: past life love