Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
From a distance, crows at dusk are looking for old vines to inhabit, but look closely, there are people living by the bridge and running water. In front of them, there is only a thin horse carrying a wandering wanderer, walking slowly on the ancient autumn wind road. Looking at the afterglow of the sunset, the broken-hearted people wandering outside are wandering around the world.
If you have any questions, just ask, O(∩_∩)O~