细草微风，两岸晚山迎短桌；垂杨残月，一江春水送行舟。

Perhaps one day you muster the courage, to make a clean breast of everything in the heart only ended up to let others see the joke, because they did not understand you to say what, also don‘t know why do you think things are so important, say, almost cried out. I think the worst thing in the world, than with full of heart and secret, but no one can tell, but no one can understand!