The world of mortals is filled with dreams that last for thousands of years, and songs accompany the lonely life. For you, I traveled through the eternal reincarnation, and the brief but eternal love in this rolling world of mortals became pale. In the thousands of years of poetry and painting, I was drunk with your charming wine while holding the flowers and smiling. The vast ocean once turned into a few dreams and sorrows. In the moment of the epiphyllum, thousands of years of time flowed through someone's fingertips inadvertently. This time, I told myself not to let go.
