Finger ice on the temple.
After a year without good news,
Since then, day and night are unclear.
The snow is all over the sky,
The earth is white.
Ten years of ambition is like a dream,
How to teach the night not to be melancholy?
Smoking, thinking,
Leave soup and wine, and write poems at night.
No one knows what deep affection is,
A few people can read broken words.