The flowers have all fallen,
Look at three thousand blue silk threads,
Endless, sad,
But there is a girl on the bridge,
Doomed to die alone...
This is a story with no ending,
Or,
The outcome was doomed from the beginning...
Cardamom years, passionate youth,
Just met you...
It's not an ancient style, it's a little fantasy on campus. If you don't like it, don't spray it.