Happy Valentine's Day Just For You. Ten years of birth and death, two lonely and endless thoughts. I couldn't forget the past, and the graves were far away, with no place to talk about sadness. Even if we meet again, we should not recognize each other. The dust on my face is like snow, and my hair is like frost. When night comes, I have a dream that suddenly returns to my hometown. In front of the small window, she is combing her hair. We look at each other without speaking, but only tears are flowing. Can we reach the place where our hearts are broken every year? On a quiet night, under the light of the moon, there is a short pine hill.