It rained, but I watched the long river roll forward.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
Flowers fall, do your best; Swallows return, they are no longer strangers.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.