Falling flowers, the pain of a poet's life
Falling flowers, we see heartache but can do nothing
Falling flowers, the melancholy of wandering alone on the fragrant path
Falling flowers, helpless sadness
Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. Dear princes, next spring, even if I am in a different place in time and space, I will turn into a flying swallow to protect you.
Don't frown because I passed away like a falling flower