Sad clouds cover the sky, and dusk snow covers the vast sky.
The cold wind rolls around the lonely shadow, and my thoughts are endless throughout the night.
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the news of Gui Yuan has been lost.
The heart is as frozen as frost, and the love is as snowy as the dust.
It was like spring flowers in the past, and it is like autumn maples today.
The soul is hard to find after the dream is broken, and the clothes are wet with tears.
I am willing to turn into clouds and follow the wind, and I am willing to be the snow and flow.
Heaven and earth are endless, only hatred remains in my heart.
Desolate clouds and dusk snow, where is the return boat?
When we cry when we sing for a long time, who will grow old together?
Intention: ancient saying