I look at the lonely scenery with an expressionless face
I use beautiful rhymes to describe the love that has been plundered
Dark clouds begin to cover the night, and the night is unclean
White roses withered in a pure black environment
The crow is eerily quiet on the branch
Those dragonflies with broken wings are scattered in this forest
And my eyes have no sympathy at all
I commemorate my dead love in the empty cemetery
The sound of heartbreak is very nice, the same sound as the night wind