I am willing to play a chorus with you, which is an oath note that will never rest in time; I am willing to gurgling with you endlessly, like a trickle that is endless to the horizon; I am willing to wander with you freely, and it is a love that never ends in prosperity... However, when the oath of alliance becomes a dream, when the prosperity of the world has changed, when the two people are just wishful thinking, the so-called love is fulfillment. Fulfillment, no longer nostalgia, fulfillment of your chic goodbye, fulfillment of my blue sea and blue sky. So, when the time outside the spirit dissipates in the mist of the three realms, when the mountains and mountains merge into an endless curve on the horizon, when the capes and the ends of the earth run in opposite directions in the sky... When everything is reduced to ashes and turns into the billowing red dust of the unknown future... Where was I then? Where are you? All that's left is endless thoughts. What is missing? Missing is the pain of silence, the sobriety when drunk, the sorrow that cannot be let go, and the sadness of tomorrow.