Don’t be sad and hate life, and hate the water as life grows. This hatred lasts forever, and I hope we will never meet again in life.
The beauty has beautiful hair, and her eyebrows are deep. But when I see tears and hate them, I don’t know who I hate!
The flowers in the forest have faded the spring red, too hastily. I have no choice but to come in the morning and the cold rain will come late. The wind comes, the rouge and the tears, the two stay drunk, when will it happen again? Of course, life grows and hates the water.