Summer is about to end, and autumn is about to come.
I think people in this world live like ants and are as ugly as smelly water.
Man, why are you happy? What to do for fun?
Shuobei, Hu Mian, mother. And those who love me and hate me.
I watch you, going through ups and downs in the world, toward your end.
In fact, am I not the dirtiest person?