The sun doesn’t understand, and the rain understands even less
When he doesn’t understand, even the leaves are sorrowful
He meets the sea, and the sea laughs, still with its waves
He looks at the flowers; the flowers and butterflies, without words
Youth holds books in its hands but doesn’t read
“Ways to speak to win people’s hearts”
Youth listens to the old man’s teachings
“Square inside, round outside; remember this, my child”
Not a general, but likes to talk like a general
Not a merchant, but talks about getting rich
When trouble strikes, there’s no time to cry
It serves him right for his youthful arrogance
The sun doesn’t understand, but she understands
The rain doesn’t know, but she knows
A hundred things, not even one succeeds
Even making love, he’s helpless
Consider this a year-end reckoning
Fortune, love, food and clothing
At this age, he can’t love anyone
Luckily, heaven has mercy
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