The River Is Flowing

The spring flowers bloom and fade, the summer moon passes through the autumn, the north wind blows away many thoughts, and the river rushes away forever. She stood at the small ferry, waiting for one year after another. She was thinner than a yellow flower, and she was as beautiful as a jade for whom to keep. This year, spring is here again... Those youthful years that will never come back, those indifferent and wasted years, flow away with the rushing river. Even if those lost things come back in another way, the past time will never come back.