The leaves of Platanus acerifolia fall outside the curtains
This face remains the same in the dream.
It's hard to look back behind the scenes
Speaking of convergence and divergence,
My heart is like a cloud.
Weeping at each other is parting.
I wonder whether the autumn moon and spring breeze will eventually become empty.
Sigh at such a beautiful scenery
Look at each other sadly
A glass of wine with wind and moon.
Put down the wine, put down the beads, put down the tears
The withered petals are scattered all over the floor, and the water flows smoothly.