The silence is empty, picking up flowers and watching the warmth and warmth of people.
The sky and the earth are vast, and you are alone, but you can be merciful everywhere.
Clouds rise and fall, everything is fate.
The water and sky are blurry, and the mountain road is winding.
You seem to have beauty, you are independent in white clothes, not stained by dust, and your smile is just like before.
No longer look back, the future is bright and the spring breeze is proud.
How much fallen heroes, how much pleasure, how much ambition, how much tenderness.
No matter how favored or disgraced you are, you have no intention of leaving or leaving, but in the end you are still empty-handed.
A lonely lamp, a wilderness, no longer four people walking together, just like the previous life.
Those who are sad about autumn are Qiuer.