Poems of Meng Jiao
Pain of old haunts
Spring left, I went abroad. Now spring returns.
Flowers numerous as ever. Only fewer people.
Mornings, smile lasts a moment. Dusk, tears return.
Spring winds always turn me back to western gleams.
When he was young, Meng Jiao went abroad. Now those feelings return. Nature is as beautiful as ever. But many who shared it with him are gone. He still wakes up happy. But by end of day, he's sad. Memories of old springs always turn his thoughts back to the western wilds.
At least, that's what I think this says.