Still recognizing the gradually fading smell
Remember that the flowers of the day will fly
Playing on the earth, gradually no longer care
You know the weather changed in an instant
I remember playing flower games with you
That laughter is so happy and beautiful
I remember fighting with you to take a breath first
Walking through the aromatic scents of the Wonderful Century
I'm afraid everything will be forgotten by this day
That memory is ridiculous and even more poignant
On this day, I will no longer be naughty with you
Promise to play again in the next century
——Huang Yaoming "Playing Again in the Next Century"