Hanshan Old Man

Looking back at the red leaves falling, the yellow flowers remain alone, the red leaves are left in the cold, and there is no souvenir of the sunset on the Yinping Road. As time goes by, people leave and the tea is cool. Just to be left out in the cold winter night. No matter where you go, you will always be lonely. Years go by, and the beauty grows old, but I hold my hand to look at yesterday's tears.