Engrave yearning, success stories of celebrities, genuine folding knives. The blade is cold but lingering. Outside the green stone bridge, a stroke of挥洒, tears turn into winding landscapes. The imagery of shadows, elusive and hard to describe, forms a picturesque landscape. Stories at both ends, colorful remnants fall and become distant shores. Fragile seasons, scattered and moisten memories. The rhythm sways, the mournful sound of the guqin. Who has spread lies of love all over the ground? A hint of dark fragrance, permeating your appearance. Love has reached a dead end, prosperity falls, loneliness is drenched by rain into solitude. A heart eventually turns from burning hot to icy cold. The past poured out, photos have already turned yellow. Your plain face brightens the moonlight. Hearts miss each other, tears embrace and cry. Tonight the moon is sleepless. This is a night that even loneliness feels lonely. I love you, I chase, I am quietly crying. My love for you, my tears know.