The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, and missing youth.
Who cares about pleasure and pleasure? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.
The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of crying marks, and thousands of crying marks.
I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.
