I lie down in my white clothes during the New Year, and my white door is empty, which makes me feel so unhappy.
The red building looks cold across the rain, and the bead-foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring, and I still have vague dreams in the remaining night.
How can jade seals and seals reach their destination? A wild goose flies across thousands of miles of clouds.