The drizzle falls just in time for the plum blossoms in May. Look at the garden, the flowers are blooming. Can Hong only laughs at passers-by: deserted and empty, drunken eyes facing empty branches.
I still remember when I was young, the flying birds flew together. But now, it's different. How can I ask when recalling the past of an old friend? Looking back with sadness, red beans offer sacrifice to lovesickness.