In the pavilion on the long street, fireworks are blooming. I pick up the lamp and look back. The moon flies like a shuttle, and the world of mortals is rolling. You sigh again while playing the piano. Hearing the broken string, I just regret that it is difficult to say goodbye. The clouds and sunshine of three lives are waxing and waning. Once the joys and sorrows come together, I will use my three lives of fireworks to change your confusion for the rest of your life.