Who meets,
A clear song accompanies the flowing water, and the spring is warm and the flowers are flying.
Who promised?
The cold sword dances in front of the wind and under the moon, and the sound of the piano is sad and the world is sad.
Who would have expected,
The locust fire is in chaos, the cold smoke has disappeared, and the past cannot be chased by the wind.
Who cherishes it?
However, the love is far away, things are still the same but people are not.
Who sighs?
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are empty and lonely, and a hundred-year-old life is like a dream.