Perhaps love truly is like a fleeting dream, paper kites flying about, yet the person is nowhere to be seen. When will we reunite at the head of the boat to listen to the rain and sleep, only wishing to run aground for you.
Old Master Zhang really never thought that his own son would come to him for help again because of this matter today. So many years have passed, and he has never humbled himself like this to ask for help. This is the first time, and this time it's for that so-called wife of his. Clearly, that woman doesn't want him anymore, so why does he keep using her to hurt me repeatedly? Does my own son really think so little of me as his father? I have already sacrificed so much for him, yet I can't even get a word of thanks in return, only repetitive hurt. What sins did I commit in my past life to have such a son repay me in this way, tormenting me so cruelly in this life.
