What passes away ends up in the soil, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. A misunderstanding is doomed to tragedy, and two relationships are entangled with no solution... Maybe only blood donation can cleanse everything, but that day, everything is meaningless...
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
(The birds in summer come to my window, chirp and sing, and then fly away. The yellow leaves in autumn float down without singing, only sighing)
If it can't last forever, why should we ever have it...