This is a poem written by mistral in memory of his lost love and unmarried lover.
When he was young, mistral fell in love with a young railway clerk. However, soon her fiance fell in love with another girl. Later, young people's unfaithfulness to love and fickle temperament were rewarded; The new girl abandoned him. He shot himself to save face. When he died, there was a postcard in his pocket for mistral. Presumably, when others abandoned him, he wanted to marry a poet for the second time. This incident led to mistral's mood. She has never been married.