In the pavilion, beauties are in pairs, and I am alone. The kindness has been severed and the righteousness has also been broken. From now on, we are strangers to each other. We were once deeply in love, but now we don't recognize each other. Lamenting geometry, lamenting geometry, it is ridiculous that I am infatuated and unforgettable. In this world, fireworks are numerous and withered like my heart. Who will I spend my golden years with?