Intoxicated with memories, I stroke my Spring gown to treasure the old
fragrance. God punishes the arrogant and negligent by separating them from their
loved ones. The autumn grass 1 yellows on the paths between fields
year after year. I watch from the tower until sunset day after day. The clouds
are distant and indistinct. The waters are boundless. The traveler's return is a
long journey. It is difficult to put my yearning into words. I should not waste
time writing tearful lines in a love letter.
In autumn, countryside is covered with yellow, withered grass. Therefore,
the autumn grass becomes a symbol for separation.