Fried snow falling rain, heart is you, happy hiding in the eyebrows.
Sir, do you think the stars in the sky are not as beautiful as I am.
Sir, the wind and rain outside make the eaves tinkle behind the house. Don't worry. It's not the monster of Kamakura who is playing a prank. It's my missing that's smashed too hard. A good night's sleep, a safe sleep, as in my heart.
Peach blossom into wine, ten thousand cups less gentle than you.
You look tired, sir. It's better to live in my heart.
I'm abrupt. I don't know you have stars in your eyes. The boat sank accidentally.
The morning stars and the slanting rain bamboo forest are not as attractive as the girl's eyebrows and eyes.
I have seen the sun in spring, the wind in summer, the leaves in autumn, the snow in winter, and the water in the south, the mountains in the north, the foothills in the East, and the mountains in the West. But these, the vast mountains and waters, are not as good as your eyebrows and smiles at me.
Sing poems loudly instead of crying, for those who can't fulfill the promise, for the deepest love in life, and finally disperse as clouds and smoke.