A river with a bright moon, looking back on who is missing; a glass of turbid wine, meeting someone who is drunk...
Looking back, who did you meet in this world? With a word of respect, who did you send away from the end of the world...
A low singing voice brings sadness to someone; a kind of lovesickness brings leisurely sorrow to someone...
It turns out that we know better than anyone else that we can't go back to the past, why should we deceive ourselves...