The flowers fall, though none can stop them; the swallows return, as if we've seen them before.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum blossoms; ten years of lamplight on rainy nights in the martial world.
The spring river tide reaches level with the sea; the bright moon rises with the tide.
Who knows how many return beneath the moon? The setting moon casts its sorrow over the riverbank trees!
Time passes and the years change. In the blink of an eye, those born in the 1970s have bid farewell to their glorious youth, weathered many hardships, and reached the age of understanding fate! Busy people born in the 1970s, fulfilled people born in the 1970s, take good care of yourselves and make the most of the years you have left!
