The guests are gone from the pavilion high,  

                                     In the small garden flowers are whirling around.                                    

Along the winding path the petals lie;

To greet the setting sun, they drift up from the ground.

Heartbroken, I cannot bear to sweep them away;

From my eyes, spring soon disappears.

I pine with passing, heart's desire lost for aye;

Nothing is left but a robe stained with tears.

Li Shang Yin 

3 facts about me

"Romance is my lifestyle."

"I love watching underrated dramas, there are many hidden treasures."

"Picky and droppy with dramas"