The tears of parting, holding hands and looking at each other, the tears in the eyes are speechless and choked
The tears of the country are shattered when the flowers splash, hate the farewell, the birds are frightened
The talents are not met by the early autumn on the temples Tears flow in vain
The tears of gratitude are human and everything is not the same. No need to speak. Tears flow first
The tears of lovesickness are speechless and only a thousand lines of tears