[Qi Gu] Who Is the Master of the Falling Flowers in the Wind?

The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind. It's unbearable to see how haggard I am with the time! The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. How many teardrops are full of infinite hatred, leaning against the lantern stem.