Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
When the eyes are dry, bones can be seen, and makeup tears are vertical and horizontal.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
Facing the mist on the water, I still waved my hand and cried.
Spring silkworms think about everything until they die, and every night candles will cry the wick away.