When an actor enters a painting, his life will be far away.
Walking alone to the end of the sea and the end of the world, all the way to nowhere, my face is covered with frost.
The night is slightly cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music and songs are gentle.
In those years of cardamom, whoever promised to live forever.
Like flowers and beautiful families, years pass by like a fleeting time.