Qingqiu, the autumn wind is bleak, I think alone in the clear night,
Thoughts scattered with the night.
Autumn is a withering season, the leaves have fallen and the fragrance is gone,
All that's left is loneliness.
Autumn is a melancholy season, when flowers scatter and end beautifully,
All that is left is sadness.
Purpose: Learn to face regrets and move forward vigorously