Hatred, power, how many men are crazy about it.
Love, vows, how many women are crazy about them.
Clinging to ethereal falsehoods will lead to endless traps.
So what if you win the world?
What about the people who kept him?
My dear heart, my heart is full of love, but there is no chance of it, and it is hard to keep it.
Mo Yan, Mo Yan, finally a stranger, finally parting?
Is it because you have lost it that you can remember the clear eyes staring behind you?
Or can I have the luxury of hoping that I am the most important?