Flowers float by themselves, water flows by itself, lovesickness rains, and no worries.
No delusional thoughts, why is love, flying leaves, soaked in the hustle and bustle of the city.
Passing by each other, a few words drifted away, forgetting the Spring and Autumn Period.
Don't blame the rootless tree, it's the fault of the lover.
Sadness makes my heart have a headache. Rain is the most leisurely thing.