Grief of The Times
The flowers are tantalizing,where to go(which way to go)?
I turn in the heart,only the spring can rely on and love.
Do not need a house,car and gift money.
Why the bud refused to blossom, the flower refused to bear fruit?
I asked the heaven and the earth,consult the gods.
The original two trees can not afford to raise a family.
How many flowers and lonely butterflies are left?
Because the bag is empty,not to pile up gold,
Not to fill the gully of desire.
Half is in home,half is in the distance,
As if the moon loves the sun,each in a party,
Looking up and see the eyes light to look forward to.