An ancient poem that describes reunion as fate.

There are thousands of glasses of wine for every confidant and more than half a sentence for lovers.

It's fate to meet thousands of miles away, but we never met.

Meeting is a dream. Why did you break up in such a hurry?

You used to sing for me, and I will be song for you all my life.

I wander to the end of the world, and you are like a bright moon in the sky.

How many children love tears? It's all emotions.