Yesterday, you ignored me. Today, I make you unattainable. Ahem, be serious. I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string? I know that people who know me are worried about me. What do people who don't know me call me? I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.

I am the only smiling face in the gray sky. Am I too pessimistic or am I too humorous?