How amazing are the self-deprecating poems of the ancients when they were emo?

How amazing is the self-deprecating poem?

Original text:

It's over between us.

Ancient prose:

The star died last night,

Castle Peak is drifting away.

Original text:

You will find something better.

Ancient prose:

The sea will always have weak water.

No longer miss Wushan

Original text:

Let it be.

China's classical prose

When the flowers bloom and fall,

Meeting is unintentional.

Original text:

Let's stop here.

Ancient prose:

Since then, mountains and rivers have never met.

Mo Tao is long and short of each other.

Original text:

thank you

Let me love instead of.

Ancient prose:

Fall into a dream for no reason,

But it annoyed three thousand people.

Original text:

We'll be even in the future,

Don't disturb each other.

Ancient prose:

The mountains and rivers are empty and melancholy,

This life is full of melancholy.

Original text:

I don't want to force it,

I don't want to wait.

Ancient prose:

Bitter wine turns into willow, and now it has been divided.

No wind, no moon, no you.

Original text:

I gradually forgot about you.

Ancient prose:

Drifting away, losing books,

Where does the water-rich fish sink?