The initial approximate figure is (what I found):
There are ten thousand kinds of prosperity, and you can't see through love. Inextricably linked, soft-hearted, dusty, laughing, and luxuriously dressed. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon. The fragrance floats and the flowers fall. After the flowers fall, it may not be peaceful.
Respondent: Freshman.
I don't know which poem it is. ...
I also found the meaning of that for you (I didn't write it)
If you miss love, even the distance between the ends of the earth, your heart is close at hand.
If there is no hope of love, even if two people are close at hand, their hearts are far apart.
I can't see the vicissitudes of the bustling world of mortals, and I can't understand where my feelings are going.
Respondent: Shy Egg Yolk School | 1 grade