White tea is nothing else. The whole poem means drinking insipid tea, and waiting for the wind is actually waiting for you. Today's parting has made ordinary wine bitter, and the unbreakable wicker has been broken. Since then, my world has become dim because of you.
The road under my feet is lonely, without the company of my former lover, the breeze blows, and I am the only one walking in the wind. It was originally a dull day, but every day after that, it seems that there is a wait.
From "white tea is nothing else, I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you." Anne Baby's 2007 collection of poems "The Golden Age of Su Nian".