Dear, when I decided to tell this story to the world, I already understood,
The best years and times of my life were finally over.
It's not that I'm too desperate, but that I've learned to be strong.
After washing away the lead, and thousands of sails have passed, who else will dwell in my memory and refuse to leave for a long time?
The sky is blue and the clouds are changing,
The four seasons pass and everything hibernates,
Migratory birds migrate north and south, north and south,
In the passing years of silence, who cares about the joys and sorrows?