You say you have a sword in your hand that can cut off worries, why don't you break the thoughts with one stroke, let me see the sunrise on the east mountain, let me look at the full moon on the west tower, let me draw sad eyebrows, let me wipe away tears hard to stop...
Everyone says that yearning is a kind of thing, and I want to know too. So following the traces of yearning, I begin to search for what is called yearning! For me, originally an intangible you. I shouldn't have seen your face, shouldn't have heard your magnetic voice, and shouldn't have listened to your murmuring words.