Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. When I think of him, my youth seems to be gone, and the years suddenly pass so fast.
Happy, new friends, sad, parting. I think of the joy of meeting for the first time, but I feel so sad when I leave (it seems to be farewell, and the questioner knows that the poem is a little vague, so I can't judge).
Never say goodbye, the fragrance is gone. It's too late to say goodbye, but it seems like a lifetime ago.
I am bent on leaving home and worried to death. You and I are still connected, but we have our own place, so we have to grow old in this sadness.
Shiliping Lake is full of frost, please worry about your new year. My heart is as cold as a mirror, like a wide and flat lake, and my hair is enduring the suffering of years.