Poetry struggles helplessly
Show joy to the world
She couldn't hide the sadness
She understands that she has been abandoned
Near to death
The season has changed
This season is far away from spring
Someone is still reciting diligently in public
And hopping to receive medals and certificates like the ancients
Wake up, don't dream
Don't appreciate yourself
Continue to flounder
Continuing helplessly
Dear, seeing your sadness
My heart is also twisted like a knife
Hate myself for being incompetent
Write this epitaph for you to commemorate the great achievements of the past
Dear, you're going to die
I am also like a lost daughter
Sing this aria for you
Bury our love