In fact, this sentence can also be understood as an ancient pun. Dreams and feelings are as precious and fragile as cicadas, and as transparent and pure as glass. I think the feeling here is more understood as love. Love is such a romantic metaphor.

Cicada is very light and fragile, but isn't it the same with dreams? Even if it is graceful and touching, it is just a bubble phantom, which will be destroyed at the touch.

And the purity of glass is like the beauty of love. The production process of colored glaze is lengthy, and it has to be tempered at high temperature. The same is true of love, which will last forever after weathering the wind and frost.

Love is fragile, let us learn to cherish and care.

It is as quiet as glass, emitting flowing and colorful thoughts.

But if you listen carefully, happiness will give us an answer.

Try to make it more crystal clear.

In this way, we are not afraid of the baptism of time.

Only in this way can this relationship last forever.