A journey through time, entangled in a lifetime of love.
A slight smile, locking in a few wisps of clear smoke.
Looking back at that moment, I saw the eternal loneliness.
Sigh for a lifetime of madness, laugh at half a lifetime of glitz.
On that 10,000-foot-high peak, if you raise your wine glass, life is just a drunken experience.
Look up to the sky and laugh, laughing at the ridiculous people in the world. Why be afraid of the sunset in the sky? What's the harm in living a happy life?
There are layers upon layers and turbulent waves, life should be so ups and downs.
Has history made us, or have we made history?
From the perspective of the world looking up, I feel desolate...
Who can understand that peerless elegance?
Who can stand by her like that?