An ancient poem in which two people fall in love but have to be separated because of reality.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old.