The indifference bestowed by time slowly dries up the helplessness; the seeds of hope bound by the prison of sorrow bloom into twisted flowers; the bluebirds circle painfully above, looking for the happiness that only bloomed in the Pangu era; the sad ones poke their eyes out in the darkness, with nowhere to cry.
2. The thin cool fire, the lonely journey. Where is the clarity, where is the sadness.
3. I am just a passerby in this world.
Yingluo and colored glaze are drunk by the wind and smoke; thin cherry blossoms and ink lotus are hurt by the allure.
A dream for ten years, I can't bear to see Nanke.
The cherry blossoms have fallen halfway, and they have confused all travelers for a lifetime.
I'm tired of my cold blood. The bright red blood swimming in extremes instantly condensed into magnificent ice crystals that pierced the blood vessels, and fear spewed out.
8. The whole world has collapsed, including me and myself.
9. I have forgotten the setbacks I have had. I only remember to stand up when I fall down. People can be knocked down but can never be defeated.
. Their joyful songs and dances, their tobacco, wine and glass. The whole world is brightly lit and I am just myself.
Sunshine and rain fall into pieces.
All the beliefs in my world are happiness.