The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the ripples never return.
The swallows are no longer coming back, the water is cold, and the catalpa trees are choked day and night.
The sad catalpa tree is far away from the end of the world, looking at each other across the sea, the vastness is endless
The vast expanse has become a hill of history, and the beginning of the world has become a prehistoric place.
We have forgotten each other since ancient times, so why should anyone complain?