It turns out that there is confusion in my heart.
The affluence that once existed.
Like a charming girl in red makeup.
Full and shiny new green
Record the past glory
The ruthlessness of the years now
Turn everything into sentimentality
The autumn wind is swaying.
Show poor yellow
Life will eventually end.
Write down the sadness at the end of the year
Dry the dry tears.
Dive into dry deep soil.
Have the ultimate life
Turn into sweet nectar
Moisten the roots and veins of trees.
Give birth to hope for next spring.