In the long stream of history, you and I are all insignificant. A hundred years later, we will be drowned like sand. Who will remember the original love and hatred? After going through the mountains and waves, will we stay true to each other and rely on each other as before? Every drama of life is played with all the joys and sorrows, but no separation and separation.
I can't finish the call of "Lin'an", the emotions in my heart. Laughed, cried, loved, hated. That's at the end of your and my soul. Can you please sing "Taste of Acquaintance" again?
The drums and bells will sound, and the Huai River will be filled with water. A gentleman. Huaiyun never forgets. ——"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya"