The wind has settled in the dust, the fragrance and the flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different, people are different, and everything is gone. I want to speak but shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuanggai is still good, so I plan to go out in a small boat, but I am afraid that the boat in Shuanggai will not be able to carry many sorrows.