Love Is Difficult

When spring comes, the wild geese return to their nests, crowing for yesterday's joy; the shadow of the broken building flies alone, the dancing spirit is no longer visible A ray of light, but the heart is still empty; flowers bloom and fall, where is the beauty? I entrust my heart to Yan, hoping that you can warm up to the cold; I think about it all in peace, and taste my love silently The sound of the lute and piano has stopped, and the dream is heart-wrenching; both souls have flown away, and the relationship is hard to end.