There is a willow tree in front of the door,
I once sat in the shade of a tree,
Listen to you talk about the past,
The willow tree in front of the door,
Are you still there?
…
The cicada is calling,
The clothes are dirty,
The leaves have fallen,
The tears are dry,
What do I have left?
…
It turns out,
different people,
Do they actually have a similar fate?
How sad!
--Willow