It's not BE, it's sad, there's no specific ending, because I don't know how to give it, it's a matter of opinion.
When the moon reaches the depths, the clouds are even more hidden,
The green hills cover the water and it feels cold at night.
Stars, black frost, dawn flowers will be defeated,
The dream is especially fragrant at the third watch.
Spring dreams are far away without a trace,
Looking back, it was already snowing.
It's late when we stop deep in the forest,
Look at the nine twists and turns.