People are no different from the changing seasons.  
Like a blooming petal in spring;
One instant, a moment to blossom.
Facing cold rain and wind;
They melt like snow in autumn.

So, how could I judge the heart of people?
Even loved ones must die;
Meeting strangers is like stepping on puddles.
It's strange you are now far like the sky.
So I ask, is it you leaving, or am I muddled?

At times, I wish you stayed.
To dwell in old times is like licking empty bottles.
Now night feels no different from day.
Try as I may, memories are like novels.