I lost my place while dancing, thinking about her countless times, and couldn't find any peach blossoms. But the spring cold comes out in the north of Kansai, and the swallows fly away and the setting sun disappears. Plum blossoms bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, fish dive across the waves, and endless mist and rain obscure your eyes. After crying, the candle is half burned at night, how can I give up seeing you?