Express a poem that no one understands and is in a dilemma.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.

Where were those lost times before me? ,

Behind me, where is the next generation? .

I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end.

I was alone, and my tears fell!