Who holds my hand and restrains my madness for half my life; who kisses my eyes and covers my wandering for half my life.
Who caress my face and soothes my sorrow for half a lifetime; Who takes my heart and melts the frost of my half life;
Who can hold my shoulders and drive me into silence for the rest of my life. Who can call my heart and cover up the misfortune of my life?
Who abandoned me and left me alone in sorrow for the rest of my life; who could understand my intentions and make me have no regrets in this life;
Who can help me with arms that are unparalleled throughout the ages; Who can pour my heart into my heart, and an inch of earth is like a void;
Who can bury my sorrow, laugh at the vanity of the world, and make my heart crazy?
Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, whose fingertips will it fall on?