A poem full of affection and empty promises.

I have written thousands of poems about red leaves: I have written those thousands of poems about red leaves; I have done a lot for the people I love.

A deep feeling is empty: I didn't expect to be alone with a deep feeling person;

How many bright moons return to the window: the bright moons outside the window are just a few round trips;

In the mirror, Zhu Yan had already gone first: when I looked in the mirror, I found that my young face had grown old before my lover had deep feelings for me;

Now I'm not in the mood to drink: now I'm not in the mood to think about endless love with my glass;

I also remember the east wind blowing catkins: but I also remember the catkins flying all over the sky; (My brain is in a mess)

At that time, singing and dancing became a cloud: the era of singing and dancing (the enthusiasm of youth) has passed away like a cloud and no longer exists;

Endure the rain at night: at night, endure not to think about the past, sit in front of the autumn candle and listen to the sad rain outside.

Pure personal opinion