The Song Is Gone and the Destiny Is Gone, Whose Waiting Is Sad?

With the same word, whose heart becomes desolate, whose shirt becomes thinner, whose longing becomes barren, whose waiting becomes sad? A season of flowers falling, a season of waiting, who's gloomy and melancholy face has been lost? A piece of plain paper and a song of farewell blurred the eyes that were looking forward to it? Perhaps, a gorgeous turn will make your heart fly further... Intention: