Camellia can't read white roses The wind in the North Mountain can't blow the South Mountain. Is it addressed to his wife?

No, camellia can't read the mind of white rose, but she likes it but can't say it. Your love doesn't care about me. This expresses the helplessness and unwillingness of love, not for the wife. The sunset is indulging in the orange sea, and the evening breeze falls in sincere love. You can write to your wife, which means that the horizon is getting orange, and you feel that the sunset is looking forward to it, so you slow down and your eyes are full of tenderness and expectation. Love rises with the wind, but the wind can't stop. Dusk is at sunset, and the evening wind misses you.