The rivers and lakes are full of smoke, and the sky is full of wind and sand.
The four seas are vast, but there is still nothing left
Catkins are flying, and she comes dancing on fallen flowers
He was obsessed with it all his life
The fog is heavy, but her laughter is a beautiful note
It makes him entangled in love and hate
Twin lotuses, two birds flying together
Who does he spend time with through ups and downs?