As night falls, it grows slightly cool, and the blooming flowers fall to the ground turning into frost. You gaze from afar, exhausting all the twilight, not thinking, yet unable to forget. The cool night sky turns my longing into a river, transforming into spring mud to nurture me. The cool will of heaven glimmers with a floral hue, falling into the mortal world, hurting my feelings. I have also had slightly gray hair, and I have also looked back because of you. The long years are leisurely, how can I waste time? To wander, to change growth. The coolness of three lives and three worlds is suddenly like a dream, the fleeting wind dries tears in an instant. When will the cool ten miles see spring again? Another glimpse of the wind resting under the tree.