Don't be me.

Don't you know that the sunlight is like a galloping horse

The sun and the moon flow like fallen flowers

The pear blossoms on the cold lamp paper are chilly in the rain

I want to buy osmanthus wine

It's not a youthful pastime after all

Alas, the spring breeze seems to have a kind heart for the flowers

Could you allow me to be young again

We are no longer teenagers.

Flowers bloom again

Youth never returns

The bright moon is still the same as it was back then

The young man is no longer the young man he once was

Looking up at the pine flower brewing wine

The green mountains remain intoxicated, the heart trembles, and the river flows away

Just like the love we missed

No one sees me behind in the east wind

Nothing else

It was the spring breeze who refused to marry back then

For no reason, I was once again misled by the autumn wind