Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is bitter. It's hard to be negative after several times. Ten years of love, a hundred years of crossing, do not cut acacia, can not bear to care. What do you mean? Grateful.
My beautiful face is getting older, but my heart of missing my lover is getting bitter. The taste is getting unbearable. Did it really take a hundred years to bear the feelings of the first ten years? I miss you forever, but you don't want to care about my acacia.
Such a beautiful poem can only be understood but not expressed. If you really want to explain it directly, there will be no artistic conception! Some people will cry, some people will be happy, and some people will be at a loss. The taste of this is to immerse yourself in your heart.
Personal humble opinion, improper place, still hope Han Hai!