It means that happiness begins to leave me, and I am lonely in a different place. In the world of mortals, you are a lonely plum, and I am a lonely victim. Without the care and gaze of past lives, how can there be thousands of tenderness in this life? I packed up the bits and pieces I met with you, put on the curtain of my dream with my thoughts, and came back at midnight to savor it. That season: you knitted a dream dress for me with your accumulated thoughts. I gently put it on when the flowers are falling, cut a wisp of moonlight hairpin in my hair, and danced for me for thousands of years in the world of mortals.