When the dust has settled and the beauty has been washed away, who has put up his sleeves and poured out the world for her?
Those prosperity and sadness will eventually become a thing of the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary things are for the most beautiful things that will stir your heart.
The past covered by the passing years, white horses passing by, hastily turned into a touch of sadness
The long song should cry, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, which will eventually become a cloud of smoke