The autumn fragrance floats, the soul is broken,
The clouds have dispersed and the time has passed, and there are thousands of tears,
Memories are fragmented, and eventually the lovesickness turns to ashes;
Looking back at dusk, you are still there,
I want to stay with you and wash away the dust,
Love changes every year, what can I do? No matter what.
Countless silk threads, broken love is like the world of mortals,
Eventually there will be thousands of knots,
Give up.