Together in troubled times, the breeze blows from the pond.
In the cold night, the fish in the pond are weak and fast asleep.
Listen, the storm is thundering. Look, the fallen flowers are gathering together. Thousands of miles of clouds and moons, the journey of life.
You, strive for the top.
I work hard for myself.
Fighting with each other, confronting each other, entangled and losing ground.
Desolation and loss of consciousness have always come from the same root. In the midst of the ordeal, we fought hard to resist the overwhelming struggle.
Meeting in troubled times, surviving in a besieged city
Without fear, the red walls and green tiles fall, supporting each other and walking side by side.