The elegance of the falling flowers in front of the court, the surging ebb and flow of the tide
On a quiet summer afternoon, I make a cup of tea, sit in the creaky old rocking chair, and remember my longing for you.
The shadows of leaves in the sun fall on my face, with light and shadow floating alternately,
The scenery and people under the old grape vines seem to be unreal...
Those sworn promises in my memory, those young and arrogant arrogance
Those ignorant thoughts of youth, those melancholy and sadness of mature youth
Can those who once thought of eternal life really be able to live forever...