Please give me a poem that describes a sad ending and about love. I want to write it into the novel. The ending is like this: the heroine dies, leaving behind the hero and the child. . .

Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but Wushan was not a cloud. I looked back lazily at Huacong, and I was half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king? It means that I have experienced the waves of the sea, how could I be attracted by the water elsewhere, and be intoxicated by the clouds and rain of Wushan? , how can you still be obsessed with the scenery elsewhere. I often walk through flowers, but I no longer have the mind to appreciate them, and I no longer have lingering attachment to women other than you.