The poem says: January is a different day, how many years will I miss you? Looking back after ten years, I shed tears in front of the flowers. The night was endlessly cold. Time is not forgiving, and a lifetime has gone by in a flash. The lingering love and hate eventually turned into smoke and passed away, and the lovesickness was infinite, never like the past. Regret in this life. Weijun, I will never forget you...