Once you go, there is no news,

Thoughts turn into tears and swallow them alone.

Your heart is like the moon in the clouds,

But I am not the clouds by the moon.

True love is a mutual delight.

Since ancient times, it has not been sweet.

If you are unintentional, why not put on the willow?

Who are you planting willows to form shade?

How many confidants can you have in the future?

How many people did you meet on the road of the world?

Who loves more than him?

I advise you to cherish your affection and not be more affectionate.
Chapter completed!