The whole poem is: missing is a kind of pain, leaning against the building to listen to the wind and rain, regardless of the rivers and lakes. You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much!
Snow without a trace, love without a trace; Snow is invisible, love is invisible; Winter has come and the snow has fallen; Love comes, love falls; After winter, snow water; Love, tears!