A poem ending in a bitter word

After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return.

The law should be ruthless. Ice gives birth to jade, and water clouds are like flocs.

Frost and moon are bitter, and the palace drums are winter and winter. Neons are flashing and cranes are empty.

The old man knows all the sufferings in the world. I seem to have an epiphany recently.

Qiu Lai felt even more painful,

The fine print is still very thin.

Working hard on wine, the moonlight is bright.

Who knows what is difficult? It's hard and difficult.

Acacia is bitter, you and I are United.