A poem describing a mess in life

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

The sound of cars on the river is reminiscent of the sunset.

Disturbed red Egypt.

Nobody looks at the castle peak,

There are sails flying into the night sky.

The sand bird leaves like a cloud clock,

Hua Ting blooms like fire and rain.

Poor handsome bastard,

Send the boat out and go back.

I wonder if you are satisfied?