What I hate the most is the fleeting time. I was swept away in a hurry like a hurricane. I only glanced at you in a hurry. Before I could miss you, those tragedies were staged and they were finally said to be over in the next life. Only the absurd oaths were left, and finally disappeared into the long night. Looking at the changes in the sea, the clouds are rolling, and the past is gone with the rivers and lakes.