Cold comes and summer comes, spring comes and summer comes, and life is always empty.
Gold is also empty, silver is also empty, how can it be in your hands after death?
The palace is empty, the prince is also empty, full of bitter debts and endless hatred
My wife is empty, my son is empty, we will not meet each other on the road to hell
He's gone! Just like the final ending of "Gone with the Wind", the departing figure disappears at the other end of the horizon!
I know it was me who brought everything to an end! No one can relieve me from the pain that exists in my heart!
But I hope his passing frees him up! Forget me, forget everything, forget the pain is greater than the joy every day and night!