From Wei to my friends in the Tang Dynasty.
We met in the flowers, parted in the flowers, and a year later, there were flowers here again. How to predict my fate, the world is far away, only the hazy spring sorrow makes me sleep on the pillow.
Sick body makes me want to retire to the countryside, watching the exiles ashamed of the salary of the country. I heard that you were going to meet me here. I went to the west wing to see some circles looking at the moon.
Interpretation: Last year, we said goodbye, and now we have been apart for a year. How can I predict the fate of the world? Only gloomy spring worries keep me awake. My sick body makes me want to retire to the pastoral area and watch the exiled people live up to the wages of the country. I heard that you would meet me here. I went to the West Building and looked out at the bright moon several times.