Leaning alone in the small building, I feel melancholy, looking out at the scent of the mortal world.
The bleak autumn wind does not rise lightly, and the ground is red and full of eye injuries.
After years of confusion between life and death, when the cherry blossoms have fallen, everyone also dies.
Next year when the red fades and the incense fades, I will burn the incense and sing softly again.
Don't forget the falling blue water and the yellow spring. The world of mortals and the purple road have made your heart feel cold.
The dark dust smells fragrant after the cold wind, leaving me with only lovesickness and madness.