Legend of the Spirit Realm: The System Forces Me to Hunt Evil Gods

The System again: Do you not know that the sunlight races like a galloping steed, that the days and months flow like falling blossoms? By lamplight, words are penned on paper; pear blossoms glisten in the cool rain. I meant to buy osmanthus wine and drink it with you, but in the end, we are no longer young. If the spring breeze could spare a thought for the flowers, could it let me be young once more? We are no longer young. Flowers bloom again, but people never regain their youth. The moon is still the moon it was back then; the young man is no longer the boy he once was. I look up, brew wine with pine blossoms; the green hills remain unchanged. Drunk, my heart trembles; the river has long since moved on. Just like the love we missed, that love of long ago. No one sees me, hidden behind the eastern wind. It is nothing else but the spring breeze I once refused to marry, now unwittingly misled by the autumn wind.