I don't call, I don't cry, I don't regret anything.
Everything will disappear like white apple trees in the smoke.
Embracing fading gold,
I won't be young forever.
You won't beat as much anymore,
A chilling feeling in the heart,
And a birch calico country
won't tempt you to go barefoot wandering.
roving spirit! You stir the flame in your lips less and less.
Oh, where is my freshness?
The intensity of the eyes and the wave of emotions!
My desires are now more restrained.
Or did you dream about me?
As though I were an early spring ride on a pink horse.
We are all brittle in this planet,
Maple leaves silently release copper.
What has come to bloom and perish, may you be blessed for all time....