A poem describing a mood as bad as the weather.

Looking for it,

Cold and clear,

Sad and sad.

When the temperature was warm and cold that day,

It is the most difficult to arouse interest.

Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,

Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?

Wild goose crossing also,

Is sad,

But we are old acquaintances.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.

Haggard and hurt,

Who can pick it now?

Look at the window,

How can you be black alone?

The Indus River is drizzling,

At dusk, little by little.

This time,

What a sad sentence!