Advanced version: What is right? What's wrong? What is justice? What is evil? The rivers and lakes are turbulent, treacherous and changeable, and the people are lonely. Who can drink and listen to the rain, talk and laugh happily, and turn that loneliness into freedom and ease. Simple version: The meanings are different, so how to compare. It's only strange that you were born before I was born, and I was already old after you were born. PS: I am a useless copywriter TAT