Green Evening Elegy

Looking at the new moon is still the same, the mountains and the sea are also difficult to last. The wasted time is getting longer and the night is climbing, the cold soul is new and the ancient sorrow is. I am surprised and sigh that I have drowned myself. It is hard to save my life and I have to leave. I wake up from a dream that is no longer long. I am leaving without saying a word in the evening.