Foreword:
When the west wind and the singing songs accompany me out of this cold and cold door,
What is closed inside the door is the pear blossoms and the moon that once filled the ground;
My years are like the withered yellow autumn leaves,
Only the dragging damp gloom and broken breaths remain,
This is everything I have, all I have.
Also, that you who occasionally appears in dreams, flickering in and out.
Foreword:
When the west wind and the singing songs accompany me out of this cold and cold door,
What is closed inside the door is the pear blossoms and the moon that once filled the ground;
My years are like the withered yellow autumn leaves,
Only the dragging damp gloom and broken breaths remain,
This is everything I have, all I have.
Also, that you who occasionally appears in dreams, flickering in and out.