Ancient style version: A song of lovesickness, a bit of sadness
The east wind paints the autumn screen, and the pearls cover the long sleeves
Actual version: I thought love was a woman's final destination, but later I discovered that all love is just a cloud, and only the power in your hands is the most important. When you have nothing, you will be grateful to anyone who doesn't step on you. When you have everything, anyone who looks down upon you is a sin.