The door is separated by flowers, the dream goes back to the old tour, and the sunset is silent and sad. A faint fragrance wafted, and her delicate fingers gently pulled open the curtains of Mix.
The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you. The east wind at night is colder than in autumn.
Translation:
Dream back to the familiar yard, the flowers in front of the door have covered the door. As the sun sets, the returning swallow is silent, as if full of sorrow. You raise your finger, take off the hook and put down the curtain.
Catkin fell silently to the ground, as if the spring rain had soaked the earth. There are clouds in the sky, and the moon passes through them, with shame on her face. The east wind blowing at night makes people feel colder than the autumn wind.