I only hate seeing each other late.
Love you, know loneliness and bitterness,
How much affection does Houmen have?
The breeze blew the flowers to the ground,
Mars turned to the balcony.
Looking at the rising moon and the bright courtyard, I have no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery. I just lamented that we met too late. Because I love you so much, how lonely I feel when we are not together. Our friendship is very deep. Tomorrow morning, although the wind will blow flowers everywhere, I can see your beautiful shadow again.
Original poetry