For many years, I have often dreamed of a mountain,
The mountain is such a green and uninhabited place.
For many years, I have always heard a man's voice, like the sound of broken ice hitting lightly,
He said: The past is over.
Over the years, I have always seen Madman Wang on the street, looking at me with a look of confusion.
He smiled foolishly and said: This is God's will! God willing!
Over the years, I will always remember the way Chan'er looked up when she looked up at the late sunset.
The elegant eyebrows shine with the sad and beautiful colors that are about to pass away.
What is providence?
God's will, what are you?