Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Affection is the most ruthless mistake, and ruthlessness is the most affectionate place.
Affectionate is the most heartless place, and the beloved is crying.