The Qingming Festival expresses thoughts of the deceased.
The whole poem is: See the morning light at the end of the night, and the dead will never return; I can see the plains as far as the eye can see, and I am eager for spring to come.
Relevant verses include: Cold food will make you sick, and you will be embarrassed if you open your lapels. I just hate that my dear, dear Yan, has to sit and spend these beautiful years.
Kneeling in front of the grave for a long time, tears streaming down my face, bit by bit, lingering, lingering in my dreams, but my smile remains the same.