Behind a low window, bright skies can be viewed through a clear pane
Leaning on a thin pillow, why since her departure do I feel like I‘ve lived in vain?
The good scenes unappreciated will vainly wax and wane
Now even vulgar pleasures won’t appeal to a broken hearted lover.
Why have I sunk this low for her?
Too distant to meet
I might as well drink down my sorrow with strong drinks