I can lock the pen. Why?
But can't lock love and sadness.
Why in a long life?
Joy is always love at first sight.
The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time.
Selected poems of Tagore 4
If there is only pain in love
Then why love?
You asked her how stupid her heart was.
Because I gave my heart to her!
Desire burns in your blood.
The crazy flash in your eyes
Why is there such a cycle of merits and demerits
A man who wants nothing from the world.
He is a contented man;
The tenderness of spring is for him,
There are flowers and birds;
But love is like a tortured shadow.
Covering the whole world,
Swallowed up life and youth.
Then why seek this black fog that makes life dark?
"Why" Zheng Qingyao
Why is youth so affectionate,
Love is so real,
I love you, but you ignore me.
I am yours, and you are still yours.
Why are there ideals in reality?
Ideal hurts so much,
I am an ideal, but why is the ideal not suitable for me?
Life is a dream, a dream or a dream.
Why is the world so cold,
Cold, always smiling,
Your face is smiling, but my heart is trembling with cold.
The more ruthless you laugh, the more sad I shake!