In the breeze, I leaned against the railing of the tower alone.
As far as the eyes can see,
The dark parting sadness on the horizon is out of sight.
In the fading sunlight, smoke rose above the grass green.
No one will rely on the meaning of a column without words.
I'll drown my sorrows in wine:
Recite in front of the cup,
Nervous laughter will not bring relaxation.
I think my dress is too big, but I won't regret it;
It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.