A city is a past event and a longing;
A relationship is both beautiful and destructive.
The waves and clouds in the ode to prosperity are strange,
The door of time is about to open, the quiet palace, the loneliness of the passing years, the youthful youth, leave you with palpitations.
The dusty history is not only written by men, there are also traces of beautiful shadows left here swaying in the wind.
The edge is deep, the edge is shallow;
For love, for affection;
There is hatred, there is delusion,
No matter how much he thinks, he can't help himself, but she (he) has no complaints or regrets.