A ridge of loess covers the ground
The ghost that cannot be recalled, the nostalgia that cannot be lost
And the dignity that cannot be discarded
Wandering The paper ashes drifted away in the wind
The failure to see each other for the last time
is the regret of the children's lives
The longing that often arises
The thorn Painful and moist eyes
I miss your deep love,
The silent care
Afraid of the quiet moments in the night
Facing the past between the lines Missing you
Still touching my heart, still bursting with tears
Is the whirlwind in front of the door your nostalgic look back
Is the swift in the wind Is the embodiment of your care
Is there any lingering feeling under the banyan tree that you are reluctant to leave?
It’s another Qingming Festival, another year of rain
It’s another year People want to lose their souls when walking
The long road to heaven is desolate and the grass is sad
My thoughts are like running water, rolling endlessly