Even with all kinds of plans, they are no match for all kinds of sincerity,
Even though the prodigal son is unruly, he can't give up any tenderness.
The truth is nothing more than a handful of loess to me,
Thousand taels of gold are no match for my heart, thousands of sails are willing,
If there is an afterlife, I will not let you down.
This life is too short for me to live up to you.
Well written, keep it up!