Snow is falling all over the sky.
Cooking wine and admiring plum blossoms, the figures are bleak.
Recall the past years and look back on the sudden old age.
The beauty has disappeared with the flowing water, leaving her empty shadow alone in the loneliness.
Love is difficult, the traces of snow are misty, and the rest of life seems like suffering.
————"The Courtyard is Fragrant*The Snow Passes Without a Trace"