The weeds in the courtyard have grown as tall as a person,
I am too lazy to trim them,
so let them grow wild,
just like my surging thoughts.
The cicadas on the tree call tirelessly,
the melody of an old song slowly rises from within me...
Ah... the rainy summer is about to pass,
I will leave here for a strange city,
my future hidden in a distant mist.
My beloved, I must go,
I remember all the poems you wrote for me,
on sleepless nights, they will arrange themselves above my head,
like twinkling stars.