Seal cutting thoughts, stories of successful people, genuine folding knives. The blade is cold but缠绵(outstanding or lingering in a special way). Outside the blue stone bridge, one stroke挥洒(spreads or splashes) tears that turn into winding landscapes. The imagery of shadows is elusive and hard to depict in the landscape painting. Stories exist at both ends, scattered and fallen into the other shore. Fragile seasons, misplaced and moistened memories. The swaying rhythm and the sorrowful sound of the qin (a string instrument), who has spread lies of love all over the ground? A trace of hidden fragrance, permeating your appearance. Love has reached a dead end, prosperity dances and falls, loneliness is drenched by the rain into solitude. A heart ultimately turns from burning hot to icy cold. The poured out past, the photos have already turned yellow. Your plain face brightens the moonlight. Hearts miss each other, tears embrace and cry together. Tonight the moon is sleepless. This is a night where even loneliness is lonely. I love you, I chase, I am crying quietly. My love for you, my tears know.