Sorrow is like smoke and dream, infiltrating the broken heart. In the painful questioning, I can never find an answer. Why did you float away like the wind, ruthlessly leaving me like the scattered fallen leaves, flying messily in the sky without direction, and eventually scattered on the earth after struggling, leaving behind a lot of heartache? It's beautiful, but the beauty is too desolate! From now on, no one will see my sad eyes, no one will understand me.