How Deep is Love?
Who will stay with me like the spring breeze ten miles wide, three cups of wine, and the falling pear blossom rain?
It's hard to sleep counting the long night, and I wake up in the morning without any feeling.
How can I send this endless longing? Fragrant scrolls piled with sorrow, even writing them becomes ruined ink.
He asks how deep this affection is. We still dream of each other and speak of it in our sleep. (Butterfly Love Supreme New Style)
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