Sometimes I will be jealous of anyone who smiles, because I have long lost the ability to laugh. The coldness invades my bone marrow and makes me feel sad and deep. I stood at the place where the fireworks were in full bloom, as prosperous as I was, and sent away seventeen and eighteen years old one after another. The fireworks were as gorgeous, but when I looked back at the Prime Minister, they had turned into ashes.
At this time, the night is like ink, and the stars are scattered and miserable. I am walking on the ancient road in the countryside, listening to the unique sounds of the countryside, as if I have arrived at our alma mater, which is like a lonely ancient temple. The sound of wooden fish can be heard in the distance. I put my hands together and pray that you will not go far. We are always so far apart, just like your lonely back like a mountain...