Fishing for white-headed weeping fish alone in a boat,
Recalling the past, there was a golden sword and an iron horse, looking down upon the world.
Look at today, it is lonely and desolate, the sunset is dim, the world is old.
Fame, wealth and gentleness in the countryside are nothing but prosperity, leaving no trace.
Then a dream came to life,
You and I are both crazy.
Conception: