A poem about a lovelorn divorcee who wants to remarry.

1 If you don't plant love roots in love, painting a building would rather be negative.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

If two kinds of feelings are long-lasting, is it a matter of time?

Silkworms in spring weave until they die, wax turns to ashes, and tears begin to dry.

5 Han is too broad to swim; Jiang is forever, don't even think about it.

It is better to forget each other than to care about them.

7 drops of endless acacia blood and tears for red beans

Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.