The past is gone without a trace of spring memories,

It is in vain to bear the breeze and the ephemeral frigidity.

Youth is hard to keep like smoke,

The past scatters with the wind.

I remember the past joy with you,

It is hard to break the lovesickness.

It's already covered with sorrow,

I can't let go of my sorrow.

Do you know that the wind and moon hide the strong meaning?

Unforgettable thoughts!

Now there are poems about Wanyue,

The tiredness is entwined and the tears are only returned to the dream.
Chapter completed!