Things remain the same,
People are at a loss.
He came against the wind and snow,
A world full of shaking.
Dark night, dim sky, waning moon,
I just feel the coldness numbing my longing.
A song of high mountains and flowing water,
The green mountains and clear springs shake down between the strings.
His eyes were like a stream of autumn water, reflecting the clear stars and the moon. . . . . .