A gentle breeze breaks the dawn, red leaves drift away. Who will dance with them and cross the floating clouds? Summer's silence cannot hold back autumn, and autumn's restlessness needs winter's comfort. The seasons turn naturally, and life goes on as before. Feelings remain, too. Time can wash away the ups and downs of the years, but it cannot erase the marks they have left behind. Parting can bring certain things to an end, but it cannot sever the countless threads of affection. When love has become a thing of the past, does all the glitter remain? The beauty of first love inspires longing, and its memories run deep. How many people make it their faith, and how many spend their youth waiting for it? Why must lovers endure so many hardships? Why are there so many devoted men and women in this world, and so many cruel twists of fate? The affairs of this mortal world bring endless sorrow. How can lovesick men and resentful women find relief? Better to entrust it all to the spring river, and let the sorrow of parting flow away for a thousand miles.
