The butcherbird in the east, the swallow in the west.
Altair and Vega, sometimes they met.
Three years have passed, and the flowers have withered.
The poor beauty has no one to cherish her.
No matter how happy the song is,
it can’t stop the sadness of the listener.
The strings break easily.
But love can’t be broken easily.
Your love is too tense.
If one day it breaks out all of a sudden,
you won’t be able to forget it even if you want to.
But you’ve lost your mind.
It’s too late to regret.