How many times did the moonlight shine on me in the old days?
All have forgotten the spring breeze Ci Bi Qi Qi
Lest the flowers fall and turn into autumn colors
And then another piece, all blown down
It's cold and windy tonight
But the grass grows thousands of miles away
After wandering as a traveler at the end of the world
Just one glance deep into silence
All I ask for is a little warmth in the world, but God is stingy with giving me even this. I don't want to say more about the origin or cessation of destiny. The years have left me with more pain and taught me to be more grateful than to hate.
Now I just want to live well, for those who love me, and for those I love.